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Dec 2013
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At night,
I touch myself.
(No, not like that.)
I touch myself all over
to know that I am still there.
It's strange.
My mind takes me elsewhere,
yet my body is still here.
Derek
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Derek  Bx, NY
(Bx, NY)   
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