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Sep 2019
He was cold,
and my blood was warm.
I was his first **** after a long winter.
He had my body pinned,
down in the snow bed,
and this was the end for me.
I would be his feast,
and no one else would ever have me.
Erali Pisce
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Erali Pisce  Houston
(Houston)   
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