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Oct 2021
Lend me your breath, your pain and your hands, my dear we can fold all that aches into something worth bleeding for.
Iā€™m being made half by lust and longing their weighted grip on my waist
and thighs and throat will not begin to ease until our bed is made.
So run fast dear, your bare feet can hardly stand the journey so do not stumble.
Bring the sheets and the wine and I will wash your ****** soles of the time it took you to find me again.
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