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Jun 2018
Breathing.
Gasping.
Gripping.
Exposed.

One.
Two.
Three.

I have this.
I can do this.

Take it one hit at a time.

One.
Two.
Three.

     One...


Lost in the bliss.
A quiet numbness.
A familiar smile on his face.

     Two...

With each strike I am free.

I am trembling beneath him.

     Three...
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eryssi  31/F
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