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Jun 2018
There is no
sweeter innocence
than the distress
caused
by the gentle rythm
of your torture
There is no cleaner
sound than the words
pouring out of your
mouth,
obscene
There are no lines between us tonight
no lines in between
(purity and sin)
Written by
Helena Abondano  F
(F)   
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