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Oct 2012
I expect it to be like I see in films,
that I would be able
to call you
tell you I am so alone,
and within minutes
hear you knocking at my door,
only to press me against a wall,
your lips tracing patterns
along my neck,
and down my chest.
Have our bodies
create words,
our mouths were unable to evoke.
Sabrina D
Written by
Sabrina D  Perth.
   Ella Gwen
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