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Sep 2013
She had holes of hurt she tried to hide me in,
asking me to love on only the parts of her
she could easily separate.

The sin of skin is that I willingly let her guide me in;
Foolishly falling through thighs
searching for the heart of the matter
SG Rose
Written by
SG Rose  San Diego
(San Diego)   
   Marc Tretin and BaileyBuckels
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