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Feb 2017
A touch has me bowing my head
A princess resigned to brush her hair in a thousand strokes.
A finger positioned softly against my mouth is
All it takes to make my lips purse together, stuck in silent scream.

**And I can't even tell you to stop touching me
Amethyst Fyre
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