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Nov 2014
It disturbs me but I enjoy it;
This chill down my spine.
Though that's hard to admit.
Is it your fingertips,
Or just my imagination?
The feeling traces to my hips.
I'm supposed to feel some kind of high,
instead I begin to feel sad
And I don't know why.
Emmy Dawn
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Emmy Dawn
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