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Jun 2019
Below
my beautiful
dark red twisted
poster,
she takes off
her poker face, and
wears my hands
like a choker.
I'm close
to you,
but closer still
I slide
lower.
Let go
of everything except
my pillow. Be
risky **** nasty.
Give me
your hamstrings
and sing until
we stain
the sheets every
day every
week.
Written by
cg  22/M
(22/M)   
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       Carlo C Gomez, cg, Bogdan Dragos and Fawn
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