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Oct 29
She makes me insane
She’s in my brain
She takes my pain
All else is inane

I need her like air
I love her hair
I could not bear
I was despair

The Gods gave her back
Finally, I can relax
After that brutal attack
After he stabbed me in the back

I've got another chance
We get one more dance
I think that perchance
Aphrodite's lance

Has pierced me like the Nazarene
From deeds so obscene
Where light can beam
Where joy can ring!
I feel alive again. Took six years but better late than never.
Ruby Scar
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Ruby Scar  27/Agender
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   Nick Moore
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