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Dec 2018
he told me to hold him
in the palms of his hands
interlock our fingers played

yet his makeup felt similar
of one who dealt heartbreak
upon my endless loving  

wanting to speak independently
feelings of unsecured danger
i do not like to be touched
Sydney Rose
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Sydney Rose  20/F/US
(20/F/US)   
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