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Jan 2021
my cure and my curse

wrapped in one flesh

whose fingers flicker lightly down my back

until I beg for moonlight

to conceal the shame of this moment

I stand a monument of your prosperity

but I am really just a fool who cannot

say no
Emma Elisabeth Wood
Written by
Emma Elisabeth Wood  F/UK
(F/UK)   
95
   Thomas W Case
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