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Apr 2013
Four in the morning
On a friday night
It appears I've fallen again
into
a deep
trap of promiscuity
I used to run from myself
and cling to a stranger's skin
like velcro
I used to sleep with the lights on
If I didn't have
A body to hold

I haven't hit the ground
This is a pretty long fall






November 2012
Written by
Katherine
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