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Aug 16
My lord,
I decay,
Then I flourish,
I collapse,
Then I sprout out,
Wounds,
Chasms,
split open,
Rupturing,
Overexposing The virtuousness,
Ripping it out of my flesh.
I am in agony,
but I love you.
The Poetic Nicole
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The Poetic Nicole  30/F/Nowhere
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