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Droplets

Posted on 8th Sep 2022 by Armistead Lindsey

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Ecstasy drips like hot wax.
Can you bear the pain?
What’s my name?

Posted in Form, Quinzaine | Tagged erotic, kink, love, pain, poem, poetry, sex, sexuality | Leave a reply

Steal Their Memory

Posted on 7th Sep 2022 by Armistead Lindsey

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Your mind is already closed.
Can you still hear me?
Are you here?

Posted in Form, Quinzaine | Tagged fear, grief, loss, love, mental health, pain, poem, poetry, sadness | Leave a reply

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