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Jul 2017
Legs pressed tight, so you have to pry
Mouth too wet between my thighs
Heart sunken in, so I no longer try
Throat holds back a wailing cry
Eyes terrifyingly meet with mine
Memories tattoo to my now messed up mind
Lo B
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Lo B  20/F
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