November 9, 2017
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Black rivers flow from my burned heart,
Scalded from too much abuse.
The way it twists and turns is almost erotic.
A type of feeling awoke all too soon
By invading hands, dry and rough,
Far from the soft and gentle hands
I had expected, and known.

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