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Jul 2012
Last night I dreamt

of you, you and I said goodnight

and you went to your room and I

to mine, where you proceeded to touch

yourself and I, I too

touched myself - and we both touched

ourselves to sweaty memories of us

in the blue room/

in the old house/

in the early months

of a young love that came unraveled.
Alexandra Emmalie
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Alexandra Emmalie
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   r and Victoria Jennings
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