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Nov 2011
I could almost feel the ink
adorn on my skin.
The pain that stings my soul
deep within.
As I lie here with the painful pleasure,
I could sense a certain satisfaction.
Againt her will,perhaps his and my very own religion.
There I could see the ink
forming the word like this(__).
I know that aching desire's gone,
I'm finally at ease.
Sherilyn Tan
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