Touching someone is such a friendly form of poison
and being touched is such a warm way to die.
An ongoing poetry collection about obsessive compulsive disorder
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poems about my life
they are happy
they are sad
they are loving
they are hateful
they are
pieces of me
sewn into the thoughts of you
if you have any questions
ask me
thanks for reading
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2nd poetry book.