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May 2013
Oh, You know of my past.
You are quite aware that I have taken
  much from men.
Aware that they have lashed back
  &filled; me with their poison
  &filled; me with their bodies
  &filled; me with their wreckage
  &filled; me with their hatred
But you don't mind- you silently tell me you love me every time I see you
  just...standing there.
Reminding me that there isn't enough poison in me to smother you.
Reminding me that you can still
  prosper,
  find substance,
  find sustinance
    in me.

&to; hear your throat open up
&you;; control give way
as you exhale
the delight you take in me:
This is the influence behind me coming back to you.
What keeps me turning into you.

You wait for the day
my heart swells
&I; forget about everything I know.
You wait for the day
I run the distance between us...
simply to touch you,
to surround you,
take you in,
envelop you in myself.
Written by
Amelia Jo Anne  Canada
(Canada)   
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