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Nov 2010
Can I call you the doctor,
my sleeping pill for every night,
from now on?
Can your fingers trace the outline of my every curve,
can you speak to me in silence,
and make my mind swim without saying a word?
Can you make me high,
******,
drunk,
forced into ecstasy,
nearly unconscious,
with just a look?
Can you look into my eyes,
(communication in the dead of night?)
Let's play nurse;
fix me up.
Stitch me up with your hands,
can you do that?
04.07.2010
Kaylee D Mackey
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Kaylee D Mackey  30/F/Altus, OK
(30/F/Altus, OK)   
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