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Aug 2019
Slayer.
My face goes a deep red,
melting in like the slap of skin,
leaving tension and darkened marks.

Wow, more.

His hands are perfect,
tighter.

like a noose, but you
give me life.
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Candlewood
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Candlewood  M/My Library.
(M/My Library.)   
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