rosie
Oak island
Nova Scotia, Canada
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mors necesse est,
whatever choom, like a give a ♥♥♥♥
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mors necesse est,
whatever choom, like a give a ♥♥♥♥
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Desire and
All the sweet pulsing aches
And gentle hurtings
That were you,
Are gone into the sullen dark.
Now in the night you come unsmiling
To lie with me
A dull, cold, rigid bayonet
On my hot-swollen, throbbing soul.
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