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Feb 2016
I am not speaking this to anyone,
new love folding me like a towel.
****** satire salivating
and the shoulders that support my idolatry –

I would totally crimp my hair and study explosives.
This is called a crush.
Let’s drown it in the kitchen sink.
Mote
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Mote  31/F/Michigan
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