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Jul 2018
i used to think
my intimacy lied at the tips of your fingers
stimulated at the touch
but one night, i took my own
i asked them, why not?
they answered, as my legs spread apart, and away, from the thought of you, to the thoughts of myself.
you dont need him/her, the intimancy was in your palm
Anshita Mehrotra
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Anshita Mehrotra  19/F/India
(19/F/India)   
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