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Jan 2021
Iā€™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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