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Sep 2018
It's beautiful
my ears bring me to tears
but I don't cover them.

I cover yours
your lips.

I take your voice for myself; your breathing.

I understand your position:
an object of pleasure.

But it matters not
for your defenseless mind
is now mine.
Eva Amato
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Eva Amato  24/F/Italy
(24/F/Italy)   
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       Neelam, ---, Fawn and Parsavagely Kompenere
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