Like an open wound, by Zanna
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Like an open wound
My heart it bleeds
And whatever I do
It will not cease
Like an open wound
But I can’t seem to shout
From the tear in my heart
And the pain I cry out
Like an open wound
When you rub in the salt
The pain is so great
But I guess it’s my fault
Like an open wound
My heart it bleeds
And whatever I do
It will not cease
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| Posted: 2006-01-30 22:28:50 UTC |
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| 2005-09-17 22:37:31 | waterlily |
| (s)ex sell lent poem about BDSM in my humble opinion.I live this poem every single day since I am owned by a Sicilian Master . |