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Feb 2014
Each time you wrap your
long arms around me,
it's as if you are trying to let me
borrow your skin.
So I let myself burrow myself inside you
and hide for about
four hours,
if I'm fortune.
And when I awake I find the need
to bend over and
spew out everything that happened last night
as if I can not handle who I am trying to be.
But I know each time
you wrap your arms around me
you are fine with letting me
be me.
Peyton Scott
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Peyton Scott  Canada
(Canada)   
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