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The French call an ****** “la petite mort” or “the little death” tango with lips, teeth, and tongue undress each other with our eyes an unspoken agreement that we’re both dying a little tonight
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Mar 1, 2021
Mar 1, 2021 at 5:50 AM UTC
Small Death
The French call an ****** “la petite mort” or “the little death” tango with lips, teeth, and tongue undress each other with our eyes an unspoken agreement that we’re both dying a little tonight
This poem was written in 2020.
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Oklahoma City
Mar 1, 2021
Mar 1, 2021 at 5:50 AM UTC
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