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Dec 2020
They want to **** us
They want to keep us in a grave embrace
They want to stroke our thick coarse hair with talons
They want to nuzzle our chins with their gun
This kind of love hurts
Must I keep loving?

If you don't love first and fast, who
will?
Written by
Jasmine Sylvester
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   Jeremy Stacy
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