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Apr 2010
obsidian profusion
(from pale scalp)
smothers my
understanding

i've lost my i
looking into
{your}
unimaginable
eye's

viridian temptation
envelopes my physical construct
(and for all my corded sinew
i am so weak to your nuzzling)

please

just

kiss

me

with those unbearable lips

;innocence is the worst sin
PK Wakefield
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