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Jan 2015
Last night I woke in a cold sweat.
Heart slamming against chest,
facing sharp, hard regret.
In my dreams I was in bed with you,
in a great white house.
Just across the hall, was the King of the Jews.
A petrifying dream. I had a ******* while Jesus ate the last supper across the hall. I was filled with lust while he begged me to walk with him.
Mason Wesley Skaggs
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Mason Wesley Skaggs  20/M/Springfield, MO
(20/M/Springfield, MO)   
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