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May 2017
firmly grip
fragile wrists
stare down
hips round
visiting
during sleep
lean against
unimpressed

turn luke-warm
then conform
searching for
short skirts
intending hurt
a nightshirt
pillowcase
suffocate

find a host
become engrossed
twisting limbs
lights dimmed
shedding skin
forgetting sin
unchaste
aftertaste
I wrote this for WY. Do I view you as Satan's work? It appears so.
Allyson Walsh
Written by
Allyson Walsh  Minnesota
(Minnesota)   
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   Don Bouchard
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