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Sep 2012
There's an itch in my heart
only you can scratch.
I've been waiting for your fingers
to dig in and
give me what I need,
but they're no where
to be found. Today
my toes twitched and thought
of running up your leg,
but all they found was empty
air. Is nothing
on my body safe?
Megan Grace
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