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Will you remember what it felt like to crawl out of your skin, to struggle with all of your thoughts of sexual sin, the longing to beckon anyone to come in, the wind blowing across your desert soul, the loneliness that never was enough to swallow you whole. The daring you lacked to take your own life or at least to lie down with the gun or the knife. Who will remind you of tears you never cried, when you numbed your thoughts with the anger you’d hide. Will you remember how unbalanced the scale that threatened to tip or just take for ganted the hands lingering on the curve of your hip? When his mouth leads you to the edge of the abyss, when your skin tingles at the touch of his lips? When his eyes catch on fire and breath comes out quick, his arms surrounding, your hair in his fist, lying entwined, nothing pressing your mind, free to explore no longer the echo of self accusing "whore" bouncing through a tightly sealed door. Will you remember... Never Forget