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Feb 2017
There I was believing  that the bruised back I knew to be mine was indeed a sign of failure. When in fact all it meant was that I was alive. Oh Death how oddly you choose to reveal yourself to me. Tonight you embrace me as a long lost love. Tomorrow you may devour me like some wild beast. Either way all the while I am screaming, "Come forth mother of mercy that I might be made whole! Let me  behold your sweet revelations! Oh Pain I adore you! Oh Life I am your witness! To Love I am a husband and to Death I am a slave!" Truth, my eternal thirst. I find the waters of her love waiting and drown myself happily in the joy of her bed.
marcus pendergraft
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marcus pendergraft  30/M
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