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Oct 2014
I made words with our lips.
Spoke whispers against your skin; which crawled up your back.
I told you secrets with my hands; secrets I didn’t even know.
My deepest thoughts unleashed themselves in the dark.
You heard everything.
Yet you never replied.
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Meg Goodfellow
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Meg Goodfellow  Australia
(Australia)   
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