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  • Writer: nicola
    nicola
  • Sep 17, 2018
  • 1 min read

He runs fingers through his hair,

in one sable room where no one shares.

Lustfully, lubriciously, long they gaze.

Fear of the outside, their hearts race -

in an ephemerally non-corporeal state.


 
 
 

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