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Dec 2014
You're skin was like communion
And you're lips were like sin
As I reveled in every damnation your body could afford me
I held tight to you
Praying on bent knees for just another moment of this glory
But the seconds moved like sand between my teeth
And the time was bleed dry from my body
Left with nothing but a pillar of salt
With you're hymns still floating on my breath
Quinn
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Quinn  22/F/Purgatory
(22/F/Purgatory)   
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