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Thursday, ‎May ‎30, ‎2013

She was the deepest wound, wounding him
But she was also the wet green grass
That bathed down with dews and glimmered immensely
There were no doubts but full of secrets, floating around
And unknowing he was contaminated and devoured between her sighs
And suddenly he was in her ties for the life and living, in and out.

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