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Jan 2015
I cant breathe, he says
Brushes my hand from his throat
He laughs
I smile
Little whip's too red, he says
Slides the falls through his fingers
He laughs
I smile
Please dont stop, he says
Arches his back in stiff poise
He cant breathe
Neither can I
Lady Gray
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Lady Gray  Vienna Virginia
(Vienna Virginia)   
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