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Oct 2014
Your hand brushes upon my skin
The iciness of your touch sent shivers down my spine

Are you unaware of the sin
Slightly pushing over the line
Your hand gently caresses my side
My skin becoming inflamed

Wanting that moment to die
Are you not ashamed
Was our friendship a lie
I lay there motionless
In fear if I move my lips of what may leak

Do you not see you that you make me defenseless
Inside I am screaming
I'm hoping that you would go away
Thinking if I could just wake up from this dream
Everything would be back to its normal way
Jennifer Collins
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Jennifer Collins  Capulin, New Mexico
(Capulin, New Mexico)   
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