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Sep 2013
Mostly I ache for the times
late in the evening when
we've resolved to mush on
top of each other- stroking
fingers and lingering
forehead kisses- and your
words come in soft tides
on my neck. I can't fathom
being with anyone else.
Megan Grace
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