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Shedding the peel of last night’s encounter Memories reel back and turn up louder I stuff my fingers in my ears to stifle the sound I shut my eyes closed to escape the images abound The subtle rays expose my **** body There laid clothes rumpled and left shoddy How. Can. I Run. When Run Can’t be Done. A film played in my filthy, scummy mind. Of the deed I did that was much out of line. A man, a stranger: An eerie ol’ bloke I let him in, I let him in and out with a stroke It was inebriation!   A combination of trepidation & degradation. I didn’t feel love or even a sense of company But I felt hated, hatefucked when he was in me.
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Sep 21, 2013
Sep 21, 2013 at 10:30 PM UTC
kimberly-gedeon
The Shameful Morning After
Shedding the peel of last night’s encounter Memories reel back and turn up louder I stuff my fingers in my ears to stifle the sound I shut my eyes closed to escape the images abound The subtle rays expose my **** body There laid clothes rumpled and left shoddy How. Can. I Run. When Run Can’t be Done. A film played in my filthy, scummy mind. Of the deed I did that was much out of line. A man, a stranger: An eerie ol’ bloke I let him in, I let him in and out with a stroke It was inebriation!   A combination of trepidation & degradation. I didn’t feel love or even a sense of company But I felt hated, hatefucked when he was in me.
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