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May 2019
Bleeding words every time you touch me,
you'd think this was about love,
but we've had that,
so please just **** me.
Sharpen your feelings,
clean up my lens,
this is where the adventure begins.
Your hands on my skin,
all I can think is,
"God, I wanna feel this again".
Written by
Danielle  32/F/Rockford, IL
(32/F/Rockford, IL)   
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