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Grinding
These violent delights have violent ends,
Come close and kiss me hard again,
Will I stay? It depends,
If after the sacred act,
I can stay upon my back,
Nestled in an unknown arm,
and tell my heart I mean no harm,
For is this sweat or are they my tears?
I've forgotten your name I quietly fear,
But really it doesn't matter,
When you live your life served upon a platter,
...Monday 7th October 2019 12:49 pm
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