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Sep 2017
I listen to the voices of other men.

They tell me that I am a goddess,
worthy of all the love and lust in the world.

I listen to the music of their voices on repeat
artificial, prerecorded sweetness and affection.
Adoration and attention.
Sometimes dusted with lust.

Words that no longer come
from my own lover's lips.
Qynn
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Qynn  23/F/Pittsburgh
(23/F/Pittsburgh)   
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