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May 2014
Lying on my back
I stretch out my hand,
My fingers creeping
Across my bed, running into fabric.

I grip it tightly
For a brief moment,
Pleased I found your shirt,
Before realizing you are miles away.
Roisin Sullivan
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Roisin Sullivan  F/United States
(F/United States)   
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