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The negatives of self
The non-existent truth one finds so easy to put a face too.
The lies we are fed
from society
present
I want a man to make sweet love to me the way Jimmy Hendrix fucks his guitar.
With every key, an emotion pulsates
every blood filled vein.
present.
romanticizing of oblivion
drunken gaze
hold me and love me for a while
but please baby,
don't stay.
The rain is on it's way
You crave the storm cuming
from between my legs.
Wet.
and all I ever wanted,
Love,Loved.
paralyzed constantly
your's truly,
love sick.
-L.C.A.
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