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Mar 2013
I reach across the console and touch the delicate skin
Covering your cheekbones.
It’s smooth and soft under the stubble from your beard.
That beard that feels so good
Scratching across my sensitive neck.
You never put your hands places they shouldn't be anymore.
Why did you stop touching me?
Marisa Kinnell
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