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Nov 2018
i clutch a rose between my lips:
between my thighs,
a pungent fist,
thorn-kiss elicits blood and liquid silk,
stem wet with salty mix

my skin might revel in caresses
from blush blooms and emerald leaves, but
soft petals are ephemeral
and thorns leave marks like chiseled stone

i then am ownedβ€”
and not Alone
Written by
Taylor  Minnesota
(Minnesota)   
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   Benjamin
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