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Sep 2015
Succumbing to the feel of pampered skin gentle caresses
I recite a prayer soft as baby’s breath to
Please o please
Cast me from angelic light
Force my knees onto an altar of broken glass.
Devil Darkness Reaper
He is in me he is in me.
The backdrop of my eyelids is deep **** swimming
Lips of lovers chapping Cigarette burns scarring Strawberries slowly rotting
He is he is he he he he he is in me.
Emma Hill
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