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cut me I want to taste your
tongue, that damp gristle
give me the part of your face
that I can put close to mine
someone else would
understand. someone else would
touch my tongue without leaving
a scar. a wound.
under my dress dust
05 Thursday Mar 2015
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cut me I want to taste your
tongue, that damp gristle
give me the part of your face
that I can put close to mine
someone else would
understand. someone else would
touch my tongue without leaving
a scar. a wound.
under my dress dust