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Mar 2015
Drunk caresses, drunken skin,
Drinking in wanton pleasures;
Blood with fever drink on.

Voice island too far to hear-

Hands throw me down,
Take what is mine,  
Then stumble away.
Written in 2002
S R Mats
Written by
S R Mats  F/Houston, TX
(F/Houston, TX)   
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