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Where You Tremble
Fighting every tender stroke,
Your teeth rake my bared shoulder.
Urging some more rabid pace,
Fingernails leaving marks, a kind
Of madness in your garbled words;
you take yourself
To where you tremble
And pretend I am the cause.
How can I then not love you,
Scarred by your knowing
Lie.
Your teeth rake my bared shoulder.
Urging some more rabid pace,
Fingernails leaving marks, a kind
Of madness in your garbled words;
you take yourself
To where you tremble
And pretend I am the cause.
How can I then not love you,
Scarred by your knowing
Lie.
Published 3rd Oct 2018
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4th Oct 2018 7:01am
Favourite line (for hint of infidelity):
you tremble
And pretend I am the cause.
How can I then not love you,
Scarred by your knowing
Lie.
you tremble
And pretend I am the cause.
How can I then not love you,
Scarred by your knowing
Lie.
