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Feb 2019
I don’t know how
She makes me feel this way
All buttery melting
Through the holes
Of my toasted sourdough
Licking my fingers
******* my face clean
Faceless ecstasy
In between
her body and emotions
Hiding from escape
Elan Bonde Gregory
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