I wanted the love letters carved, not delicately etched, so they could remain permanent, as scars in my flesh. I needed the words engraved, without pause or restraint, by fervent hands yearning, for where my skin lay in wait.
I wanted the love letters carved, not delicately etched, so they could remain permanent, as scars in my flesh. I needed the words engraved, without pause or restraint, by fervent hands yearning, for where my skin lay in wait.
Anonymously Hal 
my skin as the poem meant to her…besos al vacío desde el vacío
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🖤🖤🖤
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How deep is womens heart… lovely write up…. Happy New Year to you and Your Loved ones Hal🎉
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Thank you Simon 🖤 Happy New Year to you and yours as well!!!!
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💓
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The touch that lingers…
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Yesss…
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You feel it later, like phantom pleasure…
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Silent reminders 🖤
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i wish you a happy new year
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Thank you! Same to you!!!
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thank you
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🌹
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Beautiful my friend 🖤
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Thank you 🖤🖤
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🖤🖤
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