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Aug 2012
The heart aches for comfort.
The skin tingles in the absence of a warm return.
The mind tricks the body
Into believing the emptiness is enough;
That with self-discipline comes love,
And with love comes touch.
But it comes at a cost.
The cost of your self,
Your being,
Your worth.
You.
Are you willing?
Lawren
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Lawren  Washington DC
(Washington DC)   
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