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Jan 2021
You stroke my lower back
And I start to feel the familiar tingle
But there just seems to be this lack

I can’t reciprocate the touch
Frankly, cause in life
I have never experienced much

Even if this longing is tremendous
To do and to not do it
never stops to feel horrendous
I want it but I can never show it.
Written by
Elisabeth Meyer  21/F/EU/OZ
(21/F/EU/OZ)   
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