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Apr 5
the night's estranged urges
alabaster flesh, a collage of need
darkest hour brings an unexpected liability
for i am in need of breaking
to remember how it feels to be whole.

now my thighs are shaking
as if my inhibitions are obsolete
it's not just the moonlight
that makes my skin luminous
it's the effort of my strife that makes me complete
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Eve
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     Arthur Vaso and AtticusAbbey
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