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Apr 25
I go to you in my quiet time
When I settle my mind
I go to you frantically
I have been known to plead
I go to you to feel refreshed
I go to you to bleed
I go to you
To bring myself
Do you even want to see?
Written by
Krista Delle Femine  50/F/Massachusetts
(50/F/Massachusetts)   
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