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Mar 2018
What is the limit of my body?
I am tentative to ask,
With your hand on mine,
It seems like a moot point.

Where do I end?
I certainly don't end when you open
I am sure I do not end

In the same room
In the same air
Since we breathe the same air
I certainly don't end...
Emma Bobro
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Emma Bobro  23/Cisgender Female/Santa Barbara, CA
(23/Cisgender Female/Santa Barbara, CA)   
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