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Jan 2024
So alluring ,
my diablos under skin !
A mixture of sin and your gin
You can have your November rain
I'll take the fingernails of pain
We wrestle down to the common core
Hungry for more , ever more
Breathless gasps of derision and slaps of *******
We bend the shapes of reality into a feast fasting
in desire
Written by
South-by-Southwest  74/M/Birmingham , Alabama
(74/M/Birmingham , Alabama)   
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   Dani Just Dani
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