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Apr 15
Lay in the trash,
broken at the stem
so for better.

But they are dead now,
just another roadblock
along the way
keeping you from me.

To think,
I only thought we weren't
spending enough time together.

It would never be enough,
"I never thought I could do this",
she thought,
as she slid her moist ****
down onto his dripping ****.
RMatheson
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