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Jul 2014
So many stitches, so many wounds, so many knives hidden in my room. So many fingers pressed on her hips, it was HER that made me like This. How could something be as powerful as true loves first kiss? I couldn't believe it. How could I deserve this pain and punishment all at once? The marks on my body were from two hearts. Somedays I thought I was lucky to be that man's kid... But really I was lucky to have found HER. I'm getting more than for what I asked, but I knew that the love would never last. I left her on the way that day and never kissed her again. Until the next time my wife, my girl, my friend.
A poem for my first girl.
Willow Branche
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Willow Branche  29/Gender Fluid/Florida
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