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May 2018
There was I, crying on the first time
I touched thy fair skin
I held each golden part of thee
And savored you inch by inch.

There was you, I was crying about, thinking
Where was the respect I should give?
And all the words I should live
Of the vowed protection that you need.

There were we, burning
Fire was within the room
I wilt deal with the heat I don't like
If it is making love with you.
unmartyred
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