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Jun 29
Those shoulders
Those hands
That radiant, youthful
Smile

The way my name
Leaves your throat
As if you haven't
Just met me

That kindness
And confidence
Which oft accompany
A voracious shadow

I imagine
Those hands
Taking my clothes off
Taking my breath
Taking my life

"No, I love it"
I would let you
Drag me to hell
With those lovely, strong
Arms

"I could see that"
Blessed with a vision
A fantasy
Of youth
And passion
******* in the bed of a truck

I remember
The boy from Idaho
Who rocked my world
Out the passenger side of his car
In a field of potatoes

An old, familiar
Addiction
An old, familiar
Intrusive thought

I could **** him up
For good
I could burn it all

And he'd never see it coming
Cydney Something
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Cydney Something  33/F/Portland, OR
(33/F/Portland, OR)   
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