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Theodore Bird
Poems
Mar 2015
Robin
A dash of spluttered kisses
come raining down on your neck.
Buried in your sandy hair,
shining lips in the candlelight.
I don't speak your language,
you barely speak mine,
*Ik wil jij.
#lust
#boys
#***
#queer
#travel
#wanderlust
#europe
#prostitutes
#dutch
#drunkenness
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Theodore Bird
London
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