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Mar 2019
In darkest times of darker nights
the cold impounds my legs
I've curled within myself again
And satisfied the pain
Tense corners of the feign drawn air
the power hidden plea
And all I care to delve in now
is how it's taken me
So flexed in shaded hell bound grips
I'm biting hard in vain
In one swift motion,
stifled moans
My life seeps down the drain
Kelly
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Kelly  F
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   Clay Face and Michelle E Alba
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