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Feb 2010
listen to the warmth in her eyes.
The sudden shake of her hands trailing patterns over warm skin.
Heat in her voice cooled by reassuring words of empathy.
This is not what she is wanting but is hers to give.
But depth down to the bone,
Classic cliches ; nothing is ever as it seems
And that there is one hundred others just like me.
Written by
Amy Grace
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