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Rhianecdote Apr 2015
I used to trace lines across your back,*
the days you had your back turned to me but I didn't feel frozen out.

Connected imaginary dots, trying to find a way in, kiss you softly to seal in the affection, waiting for our arms to wrap round in protection

I used to trace lines across your back.
**Now I just stare at it.
Found this in my notes, kinda sad, but true stories

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