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[sarahosity]

You run your hands over me and
it feels like you're molding me from
wet clay
and I wish you really were because
you'd make me the shape that's
perfect to you and that is
how I want to be but your hands
continue to move across the same
and same contours
which makes me feel
like I already am
[How can that be?]

Have a great Thanksgiving everybody!