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 Apr 2017 Without sender
grace
we are two shadows
walking through
a collective darkness
with regret
nipping
at our ankles
 Apr 2017 Without sender
em
perhaps you stopped smelling like cinnamon a long time ago
Dancing honeybees
would understand my desire
when I kiss your lips
xoxo
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