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Oct 2017
It
Even When
My lingerie is
Scattered across the floor
And there are
Rope burns on both my wrists
I am not as tied down
               As I was when there was nothing
                                             Holding me



I can't get away from it
I guess that wasn't the kind of release I was looking for.
One Of The Tired Souls
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One Of The Tired Souls  25/F/Colorado
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