Hot wax on my bare skin always reminds me of good days, and bad too; I still can’t tell them a part.

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My boyfriend was a warrior, in the street and in our bed, but his silent kisses were more painful than his infliction. Hot wax on my bare skin always reminds of good days, and bad too; I still can’t tell them apart. 

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