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Oct 2017
Lying there
Feeling
   the sharp edge of the step
Seeing
   the cold puff of my breath
Hearing
   your quick feet

Coming to finish the job.

Why did I keep going back?
Written by
Heidi Putnam
190
   Toriana and rose
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