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Jan 2015
the lines on your face
have been guidelinesΒ 
I've been tracing
since the descent into your fortes
finding nothing but love
I drown in the essence of your foreplay
it is unlike any other
so hold me underneath your waters
in hopes that upon resurfacing
I will be better than before
.
.
air is not needed as much anymore
alxndra
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