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Oct 2014
It was in that moment
that the veil was dropped
and it could not have been
anything more than magickal.

Those sweet lips,
they just called to me.
I answered;
Longingly, passionately.

Oh, can you feel it?
The cold, hard stare of
Judgement baring down,
Reminding me of my sins.

Then, at the strike of the hour
You were gone into the night-
And with the sound of the alarms
I awoke from my slumber.
Ashley Bertram
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Ashley Bertram  26/F/U.S.
(26/F/U.S.)   
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