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Feb 2014
take me to the edge of your being
to the cusp of all concealment
the horizon of what the world can see
where the storm starts and does not end

I want to see where the flames die
let the ash fall through my fingers
stone cold like corpse remains
I want to know you

when was the last time
you let someone
touch a part of you
that wasn't on your body?
frances
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frances  21/F/Manchester
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