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Apr 2015
the pores of my skin secrete love when you touch me
leaving puddles of ****** beneath my feet
as you hold me in my weaken state
your medusa eyes, stone me into place
now sculpt me to your desires
smooth the rough edges to your liken
polish me to your sense of perfection
as long as you love me, feel free to create
Written by
tom krutilla  justice, illinois
(justice, illinois)   
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