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Norway
November 28, 2008
You sweet mother of sluts, after days of grooming, you finally had me lower my defensive walls and I let you in. I let you in only to have you lay me down upon my bed and use me until the juice was dry. Then you slipped, while I slept, into the cold dry bed of my friend only to return moments later (the sheets of my bed still wet) to love me again…. …Some time later now, the memories have dried some upon my brain, but the pain, though somewhat dulling, is still wet and sticking to my inner chest like cooling sperm. It will be some time, I know, before I can trust again- again until the likes of you calls again, and again I will be laid only to again be left lying naked and used upon wet-stained sheets – waiting, waiting to be groomed again. Hey! Anyone got a cigarette!?
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