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May 2014
Is it bad that I like the way your fingertips shock my bare skin like a strike from some unearthly lightning cloud? I can't help but think with the clouds accenting your rock face that you would be the perfect cliff to jump off of forever. Is it the eighth deadly sin to crave all of your strung-out imperfections to the point that I bite off my own ten fingers while crying your name? Tell me, is it bad?
Jack Taylor
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Jack Taylor  Kingsport, TN
(Kingsport, TN)   
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