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Jun 2017
For years
you were the constant in my life.
My first touch in the morning
and my last each night.

Love is weird that way.

How at one time
someone's skin
can feel as familiar as our own
and yet today,
that contact
would feel unknown.
Caitlin Nesbit
Written by
Caitlin Nesbit  30/F/Louisville, KY
(30/F/Louisville, KY)   
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