May 25, 2012
By MarcusCicero BRONZE, Clearwater, Florida
MarcusCicero BRONZE, Clearwater, Florida
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Let me hold you.
Let me cradle your bony frame,
Listen to your breath hiss
And comb through greasy hair with gentle fingers.
Let me touch you.
Let me caress flesh of sin and filth,
Run my hands down a jagged spine
And brush against cracked, guilty lips.
Let me know you.
Let me tap into the careful lies,
Understand their delicate steps,
And return ignorant and damaged and unsatisfied.
Let me hate you, but
Let me keep you.
And until you’re gone,
I’ll let you love me.

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