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Feb 2013
( I )
This has got to stop,
this has got to end.

I can't go on holding my breath,
every time you walk past and
brush my hand.

Suffocating in an empty room.

It's got to stop, but oh Christ,
I'm the last person who will ask it to.

( II )
If You're Wondering
Yes.
I do still jump when
our knees, or socks,
touch.
Goes straight thru me
like a bolt of electric
shock.
And I like it very much.
Lizabeth
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Lizabeth
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   ---, marina and Dev A
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