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Jan 2015
I die when
she undresses me
I die
when she
caresses me
I die
it always stresses me.


I want to live.
I want survival,
her and her
revival
I die to die
upon her
lips.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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