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Dec 2019
When you kissed me
your soft blonde hair
chilled by the icy wind
wrapped around my infected piercing
pulled at it painfully
dislodged the scab
and made it bleed.
I said nothing
not wanting to upset you.
In turn
I threw my arms around you
and buried my face against
your shoulder
compressing the fresh cuts
lined perfectly on your arms.
You cried out
and pushed me away.
Written by
Josephine Wilea  16/Gender Fluid/Bedford Corners, NY
(16/Gender Fluid/Bedford Corners, NY)   
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