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Mar 2018
Your touch fills the cracks
of my crumbling flesh,
you hold my soul at the tip
of your fingers β€”
love finds itself tracing
the dangers of my mind
with ease.

Can’t you see, dear? you are
becoming
my god.
awknight
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awknight  27/F/Hell
(27/F/Hell)   
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   Jamadhi Verse and ---
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