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Oct 2019
you **** into my heart
just that makes it hard to breathe sometimes
under your dead-weight

maybe I should move
but you settle into my limbs that cling tight around you
I suffocate myself to I inhale your heavy

I like this pressure on me
Fingers find the pressure points on you
I keep you so close
and maybe you feel smothered

a goner or a lover -
whatever; pick you poison.
gleck
Written by
gleck  19/M/Norway
(19/M/Norway)   
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