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Jun 2013
Cannot find the words to say,
think I'll say something anyways.
Warm hands clasp around my waist,
white fluid doesn't go to waste.

Watching
losing
gaining
*******

I thought of something intelligent,
out of my mind is where it went.
Myself is growing at a rate most arrogant,
my hands are blistered thinking of the time I've spent

waiting
wanting
stroking
*******
Written by
David Walker  Ohio
(Ohio)   
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