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Nov 2014
Be the blood of my lips
sinful red
pinched between my own teeth
in your stead.
The chill of my sheets
yet unknown
Reminded of how it feels
sleeping alone.
Though my fiery skin yearns and
misses you
My bed was to small
for two
Sarah
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