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The nights you read from Keats
Undressed and on my knees
Calling upon divinity
Swallowing your words rhythmically
I tremble beneath your unrepentant words
Your hand wrapped neatly in my hair
It will all be okay, it will. I don’t know how, but I do know it will be okay. It may not be what we all think it should be, but it will be...
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