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Mar 2018
I embraced my lover,
and noticed she was dying,
not now, but always dying.
So I spanked her with magic numbers-
      seven, and nine, and forty,
and my clothes fell from me,
and my body fell from me,
and she was fearless as heaven,
and this was love.
Written by
Miracle Beyond Me  49/M/Ohio
(49/M/Ohio)   
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