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Feb 2022
Mandolin.
The knife finds its home.
It swallows me up, whole.
Blood for blood;
Pressure unbound,
A cheeky tickle for blush red cheeks.
Maniacal Escape
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Maniacal Escape  30/M/lancashire
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