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Apr 2014
The lack of intimacy
that's between us . .
Is torturous for the mind ,

I lay there ,
Feeling like I've
Been poked, and
prodded .

And as mentally unstable
Young lady, I'm bursting
At the seams . .
For even the smallest
Amount of your infectious
Attention .
Written by
Micaela
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