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Nov 2012
I longed to be the mug you clutched
as your mouth glanced its lip, shivers crept down my spine
I wished so much to curl up in the warm spaces between your fingers
your tea soaked smile held me captive, while my own barely stops nervous fluff from escaping
Kayla Snow
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Kayla Snow  in the margins
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