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May 2014
The color is vibrant,
the feeling smooth,
I knew it was time,
I knew it was you.

I feel it caress my skin,
A comfort to my soul,
I see the silver shine,
I see your wicked smile.

The pain is sharp,
It never lasts,
I inhale slowly,
Breathing in the scent of you.

And of copper,
Your ultimate prize,
They say I'm a *******,
Only for the One.

Its Blood,
Its Comfort,
Its home.
Masochism, Sadism, its all a lifestyle anyways
Meghan Richey
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Meghan Richey  Freeland
(Freeland)   
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