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| You fooled me when you
touched. Gentility hid anger. Later, marked flesh showed me who you really are. and I always showing who I am willed this test of me be done, be done with you, false affection bearing chains that dragged wild sunrise some place south of never-risen red. You feared my passion. now I breathe alone in quiet joy. I will not fail to spill your touch, slow poison draining. |
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| *image: Pino |