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Jun 2018
You kiss me and I
Feel you running through my bones like
The chill you get during a summer storm
When you're standing on the porch watching the lightning and
the Pouring
Rain and
The air is warm but the cold mist
Brushes across your skin.
Every hair on my body and even my *******
React.

I am not emotionally grounded
And no part of you is "safe" for me.
chrissy who
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