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Oct 2021
Sin
Last night,
I dreamt,
of your lips,
pressed gently,
against my,
pale neck.
My heart,
skips,
sputters,
to a pause.
I ponder,
if you too,
dream of sin.
The fog carries,
a lust,
I have only,
been forbid.
Written by
Datore Fargo  27/F/Kansas
(27/F/Kansas)   
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       Aishu, joel hansen, Cindy Long, Vanessa Gatley and Colm
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