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Hug me
for I long to be squeezed
with
just enough gentle pressure
to feel safe
and loved
and enough
and-
stop. squeezing.
squishing.
too much pressure
suffocating
you are squeezing me
wrong
I do not know how
or why
only that it is wrong
let me go
stop
STOP
you have squeezed too much
and now my heart
has
popped
About the Creator
Samantha De Yarman
They’re just words
I’m arranging in an order
And yet somehow
Nothing else is harder.
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