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Feb 2015
you draw a straight line down my spine
barely touching
but i can feel
your soul spilling out of your fingertips.
the taste of your salty sweat on my tongue as I leave my purple print in a place only for you to see.
Written by
justaspeck  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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