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Jul 2020
i’ve heard his low calm voice
say my name
hundreds of times—
always when i’m hurting

and i guess this time
was no different

bending me like his will
taking me as his own
hurting me in the last way
he knows how
imagining situations
that will never happen

sweet jesus i want him in me
amanda
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amanda  28/F/california
(28/F/california)   
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