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Feb 2023
What I do in bed.
With my hands clenched.
Eyes closed.
Gasping for air.
Left breathless from the annunciations of praise.

This act is called a carnal sin by
those who blaspheme.
That don't understand what I do in
this act of devotion.
I worship my God.
Written by
Victor  21/M/Aether
(21/M/Aether)   
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