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Nov 2013
I left scratches on his skin
and clawed at his flesh
simply because I couldn't
take it anymore.

I had to touch him,
feel him, breathe him in
to know it was real,
that I wasn't just dreaming
up a fantasy
that could be crushed
with the touch
of a fingertip.

(a.l.m)
ashley
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ashley  the beach ☼
(the beach ☼)   
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