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Mar 2020
I can feel your eyes
slowly shedding layers off my skin.

I can see your twitching hands,
all about to find the beast within.

Leaning into you,
my breath slowly reaching your ears,

whispering obscenities
you could have only ever heard in your wildest dreams.
The quarantine is doing a number on me.
Cayley Raven
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Cayley Raven  27/F/Czech Republic
(27/F/Czech Republic)   
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