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Jun 2020
Cruel hands that deftly torture,

rest carefully on a lover’s waist.

Tenderly, they follow her hips

as she sways to soft music and smiles

with lips that spit and scream,

but, at a moments notice can sing

a sugar sweet ballad to put the sun to sleep.
Claire Gordon
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Claire Gordon  19/F
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