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She, my cutter, my body, her cutting board sliced by tongue and fingernail, any handy human implement, she sculpts me to her eye's reconfiguring delight she, grabs my wrist, and my face in her hands grasp-embraced unblemished once, now becomes all scarred tissued, no guise, no lies, no bearded mask, no disguise - all forsaken hidden hardened skin, speckled red/white translucent, she kisses with adoration her heart designed objet d'art *no better blade than she, with every cut, transformed, she becomes my devotee, I, her escapee, I am her, she is me, inseparable, my every command, she obeys *for our love cuts both ways**
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Jul 23, 2020
Jul 23, 2020 at 3:39 PM UTC
no better blade than she!
She, my cutter, my body, her cutting board sliced by tongue and fingernail, any handy human implement, she sculpts me to her eye's reconfiguring delight she, grabs my wrist, and my face in her hands grasp-embraced unblemished once, now becomes all scarred tissued, no guise, no lies, no bearded mask, no disguise - all forsaken hidden hardened skin, speckled red/white translucent, she kisses with adoration her heart designed objet d'art *no better blade than she, with every cut, transformed, she becomes my devotee, I, her escapee, I am her, she is me, inseparable, my every command, she obeys *for our love cuts both ways**
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Jul 23, 2020
Jul 23, 2020 at 3:39 PM UTC
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