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			Breath 
From a Fallen, 
Blood 
Tingles and twists my sense of reality. 
The 'right'  
The 'wrong' 
Are these straps appealing to you? 
Wrapped in leather, encased. 
I am your 'princess.' 
 
A simple kiss. 
Drowsing me, tasting me 
Satisfy. 
Feed on me. 
Only to please Master. 
 
Does it scare you? 
I am broken. 
Shaded. 
Unwrapped. 
 
Twist me round again. 
So I may feel. 
Let me feel, as not to pray. 
 
A simple answer is so hard to find. 
Looking away, I am lost now. 
Pain is, 
Inducing. Twisting me.  
 
Covered in blood, I am yours.. 
Was this the  
Passion 
You wanted? 
 
~Josh~ 
 
Hello again everyone. 
 
It's 11:09PM at my house right now.  
After I wrote my last poem, 'Blackened, Broken..' I started to feel sad. I'm not sure why, but I did. And then I was reading up on sex crimes on Wikipedia. I'm not sure why. I'm strange that way I guess. 
 
I apologize if my poems are too.. Wierd. 
I'm just not sure what I'm feeling right now.  
I hope that we're all still friends. 
 
~Josh~
			
			
			
			
  
			 
			21. 
 
Love who you want to. 
 
~Josh~
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