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Mar 2016
***
Your soft skin
and your piercing eyes
Your closed off heart
and your open thighs

My fragile mask
and My lustful sighs
My careful words
form my truthful lies

our bodies part
our *** release
leave us with
uncertain peace

the tension builds
the tempers flair
this *** release
has left us bare

going back
to our youth
I wish we knew
this simple truth

love is dead
Written by
Chris
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