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Jun 2013
I always want what I
Can't have.
If your time were
A drug,
It'd be ****** and
I'd be the most
Desperate ****** of them all.
I want the watch
That sits on your wrist
To tick along with
Mine.
Every time that
Long hand moves,
I want to feel it's
Fingers dance along my
Skin, as if it is
Searching for water and
I am the cactus.  
You just have to break me
Open.
Tessa Marie
Written by
Tessa Marie
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