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Offline AntonioM

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« on: June 05, 2019, 09:54:43 AM »
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The slow burn of incense and candles
that lulled an able and willing body into your bed,
Its milk running fast along your cheeks,
The seepage, clinging to you like hospital bed wounds oozing over the unmanicured fingers of strangers.
If he left, or when he stayed and threw his fists in rage, we
swaddled the babies of our reason in utilitarian nonsense. Saying "Thank you," and meaning it. Best friend's long awaited calls which reminds; the day light leaves the eye, like faint memories over the etched lives in our sacred blessings, or like the ink flowing onto a confession on wanting yet another way to be seen.

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