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When I'm away, but if you do it swiftly
Then I know we're not for real
If you hold back a little then I'll know the deal
That maybe I don't appeal
Or feel
Much to you but still
I swallow your spit like a pill
Making me ill
Yearning for more of you as I spill
Passionate efforts that drill
A hole in me that will never heal
(Photo comes courtesy of Weird World)
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