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Jul 2017
We could learn to be friends, I guess
But we'll have to learn to live first
without kissing each other's lips
This spell over me
binding me to men I know in strange ways
but never allowing me
to touch too much
close enough
to feel their breaths
but far enough
so I remain untouched
unhurt
unfelt
unenhanced
like about to arrive to the coast
but still lost in a furious sea

This is my binding spell
I'm bound to it till...
when?
Courtney O
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Courtney O  27/F/Madrid
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