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Dec 2013
You insisted you were not one for violence
but every kiss was a knuckled fist.
Its been years, but my teeth
are still reeling from
the knockout.
At night, they vibrate
in their white skins- a little
earthquake of you in my mouth.
poem from:
http://sincerelyjoanna.tumblr.com/
sasha m george
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