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The Worst Lie I Ever Told (why I invented a nightmare about the time I was assaulted)

The truth is, there was no shaking, breaking,

waking from a dream. Though

the steam in my brain did condense into tears. That was true.

 

The truth is, you are the only man I've ever wanted

to hold me while I fall asleep;

and the gap between our bodies,

 

then measured in inches, was whispering

bedtime stories about just how far away

you were about to go.

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lindsay-alley
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May 28, 2013
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