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25.07.23
he me called beautiful or so I think.
what could truly be beautiful about me?
the scars on my legs,
face or chin?
My uneven hips,
my bow legs?
or maybe it was in the heat of the moment,
I gave him my lips and
he pounced.
he tasted the sweet nectar we call saliva
And made it his home.
his rent was due to stay in my arms
So he u...
Wednesday 26th July 2023 7:24 am
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