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Aug 2017
So I focus on

the way his hands wrap around my throat

close my eyes, let the constant
Slip of white light
Allow my lips to grow numb

The pull at the end of my hair
skin crawling sensation
to the tips of my limbs
I howl
Laurel Leaves
Written by
Laurel Leaves  F/Pacific Northwest
(F/Pacific Northwest)   
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   soaringllama
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