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Nov 2014
holding back what i'm strong enough to
still a little seeps out when i exhale
it's hard enough to say that i love you
by the time i can admit it, i hope your feelings haven't grown stale

my skin is so pale
where your hands have not touched
your fingers leaving a light-red trail
i blush; for you it doesn't take much

around my heart your hand does clutch
you travel in circles in my mind
you're struggling with this problem as much as i
do you love me? oh, if mercy could be so kind.
love
Brooke Dunsmore
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Brooke Dunsmore
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   Akhiz Munawar, wordvango, Erenn and SPT
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