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Mar 2016
I used to be made of leather
wrinkled and worn,
my seams were torn,
but you,

you sewed me together.


Satin fingers linger on me
oh why can't I be
smooth?

I learned to be rough,
to be enough
oh why can't you be too?

Skinned and *****
and left alone,
I am leather

like you.
Sub Rosa
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