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Feb 2019
From working you get wounds
****** clothes in washing machines

Then you sit beside and wait
with spinning thoughts

doing nothing but caress
your skin and fantasize

to do that together with whom
and how and excitingly beautiful

the wounds would heal
and also, very gently with the nails

scratching the scabs
Collection “BloodTrunk”
Zywa
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Zywa
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