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Jun 2018
Dig
You held me close,
Although my body
Ached
As your nails dug deep
Into my forearm
Leaving me breathless
And unable to
Pull away.

I ripped away,
Hoping for your nails to slide out
But with my skin
You took a part of me.
I miss your gentle touch.
Emmalee
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Emmalee  20/F/10969
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