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Jan 18
Breathe.  
I think of him.
Not of those before,
Who I have left.
Dreamโ€ฆ and
My mind dances
Over to the man
I havenโ€™t
Met.
Free.
He does impossible
Things to my mind.
We will not yet
Mention
My body.
Scream-
I know he wants to
Make me.
Luna Jay
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Luna Jay  18/F/North Carolina
(18/F/North Carolina)   
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