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Oct 2013
your love is so...
clinical.
when your hands are on me
I feel like you're palpating my lymph nodes,
checking my inguinal area for swelling.
as if
I'm diseased
and you know exactly how to heal me;
as if
I'm broken
and you know exactly how to fix me;
but
I'm not broken
and you don't know how to **** me.
Vivian
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Vivian  1 AU from a G2V star
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   --- and Leila Rafie
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