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Oct 2014
Your fingers ran up and down my arms
like ants skittering back to their home
i felt a prickle, a chill
i couldn't tell if i wanted to be held
to run along your surface so fast,
you could never catch up
or if i wanted to be crushed under the weight of your shoe
Lucille Flott
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Lucille Flott  Omaha, Nebraska
(Omaha, Nebraska)   
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