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Feb 2019
And here I bring myself to my knees
Begging at the hands..
Please, please?
Is it that I find myself too wrapped up
In the endless cycle of desire?
The colors form around me,
I want them badly
But they are out of reach.
I shall not receive
But I shall not retreat.
I am on my knees
Begging, please.
Shay
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Shay  25/F/Tempe
(25/F/Tempe)   
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