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the missed call

I was just eighteen chilling minutes away
from his face
his concentration
and every tingling skin cell of mines
and his voice deep. dark. vibrating back at me like a hurricane of untouchable desire
my body is shaking now
just an anticipation of him dialing again
I recognized how possessed, wild and surreal his attention gives me
I need to get a hold of myself right?
-mary of silence
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