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Feb 2014
His hand on my waist fit perfectly
i hadn't held his hand yet, so i'm yet to feel the connection
through out interlocked fingers and palms.
He's so sorry when he disappoints me,
and he has already given me so much power over him.
My friends think i'll hurt him.
He doesn't know,
I could rip him to pieces.

-a.l
Ellie Ellen
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