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Oct 2018
I throw my heart down at your feet
I bend over and wash it clean
It glitters before you in perfect shine
Like the sweat
Dripping from my body

Its so coated in that fragrant varnish
That my aching back
Is the last thing
To which you are keen
I felt bad writing this
Ara
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