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Oct 25
You are the constant
Who I would choose
First
The yardstick of the strongest wood
Smacking up against my thighs
Filling me up with red and fire
And so what if it’s all a fake?
Only true for my own sake
Maybe I owe you an apology
For taking your apathy
So personally
Written by
Krista Delle Femine  50/F/Massachusetts
(50/F/Massachusetts)   
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