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 Jun 2013 Sam Pontillo
Wanderer
All the truths
That I hold within myself
Crowd my mind, 
So that when I open my mouth, 
Only meaningless words
Emerge.
 Jun 2013 Sam Pontillo
B T
Cry
 Jun 2013 Sam Pontillo
B T
Cry
Hold it back,
think it over.
Tell myself,
it's not my fault.

Looking to the sky,
and wishing it'd end.
But that would make life,
just too **** easy.
In one smooth motion
she sheathed me
complete.
her vise like legs
tightly wrapped,
her nails dug deep.
passion pain overlapped
with heat.
there would be no
retreat.

— The End —