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Dec 1
the words fell softly upon her skin
whether good or bad
that’s a mercy
only a touch could bring

they floated gently,
a caress.

she is numb to the pain
sometimes the line is crossed unknownst to the victim
Zoe
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Zoe  23/F
(23/F)   
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