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Jul 2017
That first time he touched me, I could have screamed,
Demanding to know where he has been, or if fate forgot about our destiny, temporarilyโ€ฆ
Because in that moment his hands were all I needed
and I had needed them for so very long, that affectionโ€ฆ provided direction, for a soul who was wandering lost for what felt like eternity
Erin
Written by
Erin  Wonderland
(Wonderland)   
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   Glassmuncher and Bianca Reyes
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