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Feb 2014
Insatiable, and me
all I can do is step
toe to toe in my room.

And feel, with all my might
the ******* that will wound.
But salt the wound, with continual
praise and remembrance.

Like a church all filled and all screaming, saying out.
"Amen."
Ah, men.
With dark hair, and deep grins and pictures next to bicycles.
Mix c.d.s and please, please, please.
Me, I'm the tease.
Madeleine Toerne
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Madeleine Toerne
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   Mara Kal
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