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Playing Thin, Thin and Loose
Notch in my bedspot
Hush Down
I carry you around tonight
Those things I never told you
No matter the lonely hope
Nobody to remind us of humanity
Starting small
We might kiss
In that way people kiss whilst awaiting
Hush down
I did it again
Fucking hatred from pore to bone
I can erase you with one more fuck
Your face a memory which each thrust
Your voice a...
Monday 2nd May 2016 10:43 pm
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