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Sep 2019
my hands are tiny
scrawny and warm
with a freckled right hand
and sawed-off fingernails

your hands are big
full yet cold
with a circling thumb
and fingertips of lightning

your left hand fits
with my right
sending icy shivers
down my spine

while your right hand
holds me down,
stops my breathing
and all sound
Sarah Spencer
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Sarah Spencer  19/F/Indiana
(19/F/Indiana)   
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