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Heat

Published August 25, 2019

We fucked.

Oh god,

how we fucked.

Sick with lust,

mad,

primal,

crazed.

Every,

filthy thing

our minds could conjure.

Animalism,

incarnate, real.

I do not know

if I’ll ever

be able

to fuck like that

again.

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