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Mar 2018
"A slave to your waters,
how I beg to kneel
and drink from you.

I feel so in control and powerful,
when under your influence.

Little do I realize,
how truly powerless I am,
when you're in me.

Under your grip,
with even one sip,
held so tight,
I have no life in sight."
Ted
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Ted  30/Other/Desolation
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   Penny Iloa and Eleanor Rigby
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