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Past whispered in my ears warnings of your touch that your hands deserved smoother canvas, so you grew calluses and reached for me again. It insisted I flee that even you must tire defending your honesty, so you forged iron jaws and told me again. It asked if I was worthy I shrunk to nothingness cowering in face of my victim, so you kissed my ears and whispered once more I will love you unworthy.
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