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Aug 2016
I'm exactly what you asked for
Unless you were pretending.
Blind boy. Blind world. Blind me.
My hips stir conversation on soft lips,
Skin on skin fantasies, intrusive.

Slow motion steps backward,
Vile past,
Ever changing lovers on his shaft.
Deep breaths, they take us,
For so long you faked it.

Looks can deceive,
You will never break me.
Assumptions of my tolerance
Heart beats and how they skip

I would keep your heart safe
Psychedelic sober lady
Patiently piecing together your atoms
While you make me wait my turn.
Abby
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Abby  Arizona
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