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Sep 2010
With slipknot slack
And darkened silk,
My breathing sets to skip.

With lust for love
And versa drags,
A swelling waits for lips.

I feel you only.
The tease, the tight.
With tick tocks set to drip.

I struggle bound
The pleads, the fight.
Your flower's handled slip.
Keith Ren
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Keith Ren
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   Marsha Singh
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