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Apr 2017
When I feel wet
Tight skin tight ponytail so tight
My face is Alien esque
I go underneath the covers and I
Go
Some place else
...
My palms pressed against the furry fleece blanket and I'm in touch with another dimension
I feel his hands against mine
I know I'm his
And he is mine
I've broken a breach with reality
And I am somewhere else
.
The only place that matters
The arms of someone else
Rose
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Rose
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   Winn
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