I'm Writing As The Thoughts Flow

[center][/center][He was everything good in a world of disarray]
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Fingers lifting life from a
formless smile

His way

Was one of desire and moonlit conspires

Tones and whispers that left an aching in my bones and set

His demands

Met

My body

Wet

For him

Because of him

In spite of him

Due to him

He was everything good in a world of confusion

His body my stronghold

Collision

His hands around my throat

Collision

Bank all loaned out so my body

Became his commission

And him, I let

His demands always met

My body yearning wet

No liquid dousing the desire inset

[Because he was everything good in a world marred with regret]
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