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Jan 2015
As clean as dirt.
Disgrace me,
take me.
****-
infuse me,
Wonder wander
how to tumble
in these ***** hands
won't make feel fine
pure shame
pure hate
*******
Want you,
Just maybe

Distance,
by you and for
you, the loved
and adored
distanced
how silly, so forward
the fear fights us
fights by us

Attention, can lead us,
dominate, yet
I cannot tell
which fell
from the swing
that keeps us.

Attention, oh!  
By the need you give me,
he gives me,
but
I want yours.
Monica Cristina Bustillo
Written by
Monica Cristina Bustillo  Puerto Rico
(Puerto Rico)   
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   Willy McGee
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