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Jun 2019
What she once wore
now lays forgotten on the floor.
Behind lock doors
we can let our lust pour.

Creature of delight
comes alive at night.

Make them scream and moan
but never call one of them home.
Branden Youngs
Written by
Branden Youngs  Sad City, WA
(Sad City, WA)   
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