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May 2014
you give me impulses
to scream and break
everything I own
I am fragile and weak
in the night I creep along
trying to find a last defense
gruelingly brushing my hair
out of my eyes
vexed and haunted by desire
call me a ***** wicked liar
then kiss me to silence

-c.j.
smallhands
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   Justin S Wampler
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