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You asked me if I write. But you have no idea it's always about you every time I do.
 Feb 2018 Eric the Red
Qynn
guilt
 Feb 2018 Eric the Red
Qynn
only when the scent of another man
is fresh, and bonded with my flesh
only after my hair is wild
my cheeks red
my chest heaving

in some dim hotel room
heavy with ***

only then will I know guilt
in giving you the same nightmares
you gave to me.
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