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Months of Moments
What was I up to while we were locked-in?
I was busy contemplating sin.
I had months and months of moments to spend,
Ms chaste without, misdeeds within.
Lust, like seasickness - upends reason
and it burns like underbrush fuel.
So dust my DNA, and ID my dirty dreamin'
am I guilty of breaking some rule?
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Anais Vionet
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