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Nov 2018
I let my fingers take a stroll along her back, as I can not walk in her shoes.

I listen intently to her flow of words as to pay my dues.

My fingers end at her waist grasping her and turning her face to face.

I calm her with simple words,
β€œyou’re safe, we are in the same place.”
Written by
Tru1  30/Philadelphia
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