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Feb 2012
i am destructed,

    a coiled infant
     waiting for response,

i want it as secret no longer


keep me instructed,

        such toiled nonsense,

                  submitted, well-blinded, and stronger



       can it be merely lust?

                   the warm, hellish stone says no.


i do as i must,

              please You and sink,  un-

      til you let me go.


                                                           ­           
                                                     ­           throw me as hard as You can,

                                      dark hair, we're friends,

                         and,


i
     am


destructed.
Keith Ren
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