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Jun 2016
your presence creates a boiling within my bones,
inflicting scars upon my mind,
poisoning my heart,
it fills me with crimson brighter than the sun,
I've tried to cleanse it,
but every time I almost wash away your sins,
you refill my cup with more of this crimson paint.
You were my flower,
I was your seed,
I emerged from your body alive and innocent,
but my innocence has become yours,
and your innocence is an illusion
Hakiim
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Hakiim  24/M/Ferguson
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