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Mar 2015
Hickeys are the paradox of love,
what usually comes from violence comes from passion,
scratches on  backs,
and bruises on my neck,
they are all paradoxes,
the pain that usually comes from that is silenced by the bliss of lust
Tiana
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Tiana  Michigan
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