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Nov 2017
my lover,
let us own the night.
the candles, our witnesses
the velvet sheets, our jury.
play the murderer for
i yearn to be
your victim.
commit your crime
and free yourself from
your prison.
let time be in sync with our movement;
let lust be named love
Written by
Ash Seville  100/F/nowhere?
(100/F/nowhere?)   
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   Glassmuncher
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