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Mar 2019
With the your naked form resonating
in my memory and the taste of you
still on my tongue, I could plunge
into the darkest of pits and smith
flaming swords from any excrement.

You never left me and I will forever die at your feet, smiling.

So, can we dance?
B E Cults
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B E Cults  30/M/hendersonville tn
(30/M/hendersonville tn)   
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   charles
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