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Mar 2019
I can feel the tenderness of her skin through the knife, as if it were an extension of my sense of touch. My body nearly convulses. There's something incredibly faint, deep down, that screams to resist this uncontrollable pleasure. But I can already tell that I'm being pushed over the edge. I can't...I can't stop myself.
this is the poem decoded instead of a bunch of nonsense.
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SophiaAtlas  17/Gender Fluid/Up Your Ass
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