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Aug 2018
It always comes by night, that scratching, punctuating a string of silent hours
My skin crawls with cold anticipation.
You're always then same.
Some night you moan
Some nights you beg
Sometimes you bite
Guilt sits like a hot stone in my stomach
Misery wears your skin
What weight you've cast
On me,on you, on us
This sin.
Written by
Kellin  20/Transgender Male
(20/Transgender Male)   
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