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Sep 2014
You are my blind eye
to my skin stretched tight against my worn bones
always too sensitive to the cold
I laid my insecurities
out side by side
captioned in full detail
as real as sight
And you canceled each one out as your fingers dragged along my thighs
You are tickles in my nose
from the smell of smoke, the longing for a drag
When Ive always turned my nose
Maybe I just want to get close
closer
become the very matter of your bones
hold you in more places than just my dreams
I want to think of you
when I think of
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Victoria Jasmine
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Victoria Jasmine  florida
(florida)   
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