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Aug 26
Make me the conduit of your sweet desires.

Leave my back lightning scarred and bleeding.

Dig wicked trenches of warfare with your tongue.

Lay claim to my shuddering breath like a prospector hunting for gold,
It is all yours for the taking.
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