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Sep 2013
I dream of ******* you
Shaking with terror and lust.
When I wake, my cheeks are wet
And the sheets are soaked with sweat.
For the rest of the day
I choke back tears
And count the minutes until
the deadening;
A glass of something that will burn to ashes
The remnants of my dream.
Amanda In Scarlet
Written by
Amanda In Scarlet  London, UK
(London, UK)   
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