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Jul 2012
I look at my wrist and see little grapes clustered were your fingerprints left tiny hints

of maybe too much pressure

purple and blue ink stains where you grab me ever so softly

(or firmly)

around my waist and in the hard lines of my collar bone

like blackberry juice after a long day of picking type stains,

different stains are left on the skin on my neck

and the start of my *******, but these are lighter

and they do seem to flutter in lines down my shoulders

the ones that do make me moan more

the ones that do bring me closer
steel tulips
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steel tulips  Vancouver
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