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Dec 2018
My soul feels empty inside
every day I stare at your
existence.  I can see the
repulsion in your misty
blue eyes, how your
body shifts away from
me in the silent space
that surrounds us.  And
when I try to come close
to your vessel, the touch
of your crimson hands
sparks my flesh into a
flaming lava of forgotten
dimensions.
Travis Green
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Travis Green  30/M/Middlesex, NC
(30/M/Middlesex, NC)   
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