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May 2017
It brings me a quiet
****** sensual
Rhythmic
Satisfaction
That I scooped my body up
My pair of green eyes
Out away from your hungry
But never willing
Grip.

And now you have to live the rest of your life
Without it
And without me.
OnwardFlame
Written by
OnwardFlame  Los Angeles, CA
(Los Angeles, CA)   
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