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Executioner

The touch still lingers.

The pain still speaks.

The love still stands.

The memory still leaks.

Leaking through to taint me.

It's funny, this longing to be touched.

This yearning to be felt..

Its addiction powerful..

Its taste ever lasting.

But you are not to feel my lips.

To taste my pleasure,

or Bask in my embrace.

I will be no suspect to your self inflicted crime..

For I am my own judge.

My own juror..

And I have already executed myself

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