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Apr 2014
My head was by his knees for an hour yesterday

And with my eyes closed and mouth open I felt him slip his hands in between my fingers

Is that what you meant when you asked if he touched me
white coat
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white coat  between no where and now
(between no where and now)   
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   Pushing Daisies
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