Distraction
creation
jolts of sensation
penetration
sudden elation
distraction
reaction
complication(s arise
surprised, don't
realise, such
size, the prize of
cheap game)s
shame, renamed
over&over again.
complain too much
refrain, this touch
break the wooden
crutch(es clench
me tightly, beat me
completely) discretely,
fornicate the bait,
common trait-
(i can relate)
Copyright © Rachel Hart | Year Posted 2010
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