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Soul Accessory


You saw me writing one night while I thought you were sleeping. I dove into templates deeply. My brain was on fire. I counted the day backwards.. The days before you'd leave me. I planned for a day, but my plan was misleading; I was disorganized and rushing so I deceived me, once again. I saw you here since day one. U walked in beaming violently, We offered you therapy and a place to sleep. Over your head hung violet orbs. You pleasured me sexually. I showed you the best of me, You became an accessory to my soul..
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