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Two sides

Delicate movements with a hidden message behind,

each touch tells a different story.

A nightmare that can also be turned in to a unimaginable dream.

As I am caressing a face that I had place my tender lips,

getting in touch with spiky facial hair, becoming delighted 

sensing you're pain.

Wanting to be inside that troubled mind,

I would make you be inside of me,

and making you undestand my demented self.

 

 

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