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Oct 2019
You cannot shatter me with my naked flesh, for so many try it. Still one glance at those anxious words of failure and fire could break me entire, if deeper were the eyes to spy it, to see the wounds behind it, those wounds that built a painless ****** in the flesh, a bruise mess, older in myself than shame or desire.
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