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This is when it gets hard
when the lion is stung
one too many times
from playing with bees.
The pain is so pleasureful
he can't resist another kiss
and another
until the eight or nine
extend beyond the fear of ten.
Tell me you will see me...
I will
I have to.
Always call me all those
sweet things in one
that sound so perfectly
terrifyingly beautiful-
and that tell me what
you refuse to say.
Kiss me goodnight
and sting me again
one more time.
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