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Apr 2018
Come
Show me your scars
Let me kiss them
with knowing
then add to them my own
For breathless screaming
Is the kindness in your heart
The release of your soul
The payment of your being

Where the whip **** alone
Into the whitened pillow
That is buried the center
Of your pleasure, and pain
Now markers of the honor
We pay to this reality
The golden broken core
of your hidden apple's
seeds now splayed.
Written by
Derek DM  40/M/Karlsruhe
(40/M/Karlsruhe)   
185
   Ann Beaver and Cana
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