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Jan 2021
I’m crashing,
looking,
searching
for connection.
Touch.
Laughter.
Not cheaply.
Only genuinely.
The task seems huge.
Thank goodness that you
(my illicit love that could never be)
left me with this self-confidence.
It gives such strength and
reassurance.
Moving on, imperfectly.
Written by
Janna B  F/Australia
(F/Australia)   
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