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Jul 2018
I bow down to my goddess,
A mere mortal woman.
Who saves me from hell,
Then drags me back through.
She's broken,
She's damaged,
A wonderous mechanic,
Who can put my back together
With her own two hands.
She wraps me in her arms,
And plunges us down.
I've never been so happy
To be so mentally unsound.
Haha, insomnia. What are titles again?
Written by
Elliot Kemp  FTM
(FTM)   
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