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Feb 2021
Sometimes it feels like
our love
is a sterile field
that you cannot touch,
afraid of contamination
and connection,
but I will you to,
I want you to reach out
your fingers,
graze the edges of my soul
with your ****** latex gloves,
for I'm not afraid
of the parts of you that are human,
and the parts of you that aren't safe.
Christina Marie
Written by
Christina Marie  25/F/Germany
(25/F/Germany)   
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