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Sup I'M JOHN VLADIMIR|WELCOME TO MY PERSONAL HELL|I LOVE MAKING SINS|AND WRITING ABOUT THEM

One month premature

"I wanna hold your hand and place it on my heart. I wanna be close to you so I can whisper in your ears words that will melt you. I wanna embrace you and feel your body against me, my pillar. I wanna kiss your lips and feel their warmth and softness. I wanna look into your eyes and see my future with you. I wanna hear you laugh, cry, get angry, be silent. I wanna love all of you, everything about you, both the sweet and rotten."

All I want is for you to be near.
Away, these are nothing but timid words
of hope and frustration.
A sweet and rotten catharsis. 

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