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Jun 2017
You move your hands
Lightly down my sides
As your hands meet my hips
Memories flash of his
I'm sorry I flinch
Every time we fight
But everyone's hands
Haven't always been kind
Carley Wilkerso
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Carley Wilkerso  19/F
(19/F)   
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   rose and Martin Lethe
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