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feeling my feelings we grew up to have complementary kinks people are having dreams about me maybe I am a witch with him I'm a puddle feel like bass strings he doesn't even have to try to play me just an inflection in his voice, a sigh, a gesture, a shadow in his eyes or a curl from his mouth and I start shaking, humming it's scary to give in to it it's the same resistance I felt in therapy the trauma release button maybe that's why I needed 14462 km, 8925 miles rounded up it's the only way I had a chance of control around him I laughed and said it's fate and he said yes sincerely stupid beautiful disarming sincerity other than ozzy thundering in my soul-- my auntie visited baba with low sugar cake because he was feeling unwell and she wanted to yell the illness out of him she also looked at me and said we're going to the beach and it was definitely an imperative I need to get a new maillot which is annoying as an Arab woman I'm somewhere between a burkini and bikini, because I want ✨️everybody✨️ to hate me I quit smoking and the cravings hurt I'm sitting in it I'm feeling it I'm breathing |