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you, special one, so enthralling indeed
casting fits of need with viridescent pits of greed
take me between your fists in the lifeless heat of night
break a willful bird from the fantasy of flight
what kind of crippling love do we breed
when all is good only when I bleed?
I bleed.
she remains anon
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she remains anon  16/F/not where i want to be
(16/F/not where i want to be)   
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