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This Rush, Heady, intoxicating Pounding against my white interior Clawing through my skin. Begging, fighting, screaming, For a way out. Dripping, oozing Through every word And every well timed ****** Its fire and warmth gives me A new sort of fragile Strength.
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Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 3:52 PM UTC
Rush
This Rush, Heady, intoxicating Pounding against my white interior Clawing through my skin. Begging, fighting, screaming, For a way out. Dripping, oozing Through every word And every well timed ****** Its fire and warmth gives me A new sort of fragile Strength.
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SilverLaughter
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SilverLaughter
28/F/Vermont
Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 3:52 PM UTC
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