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Jan 2014
you wouldn't touch me
because you wanted it to work out

you didn't want it to crumble
the moment your fingers
caressed my gentle skin

you didn't want your
callused hands to tear away
my being

it would have worked out
but your chapped lips
dried out my soul

you rarely looked at me
because maybe your eyes
would betray you

but maybe this was what we needed
to be together
Breanna Legleiter
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Breanna Legleiter
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