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Aug 2010
Yours is a dangerous love.

It is rough

…and as course as your scruff scraping against my skin
….and it bruises.
It bites.
It tears.

It pins to the wall, gasping and encaged.

It is vivaciously hungry.
In the eyes of its passion
it seeks to devour me.

It is an instinctual need.

It is dangerous.
2010
Written by
Addeline Wagner
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