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Aug 2018
you sit sullenly at the window
casting a perfect
moonlight silhouette
on the floor

your silken curls
graze your neck
and your long fingers
are folded neatly in your lap

would you break
like alabaster
if in a fit of passion
i lost all abandon?

and would you sacrifice yourself
for my sins
child of david, my lamb
like a statue of alabaster?
copyright g. wilson 2018
gemma
Written by
gemma  24/F
(24/F)   
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       gemma, Joshua and Patrick
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