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Mar 2015
She feels like
cold lemonade
On a hot
Summer night

She tastes like
Sweat drenched
skin
On a balmy
spring day.

She looks like
The golden sunshine
Streaming through the window
On a clear
winter morning.

She smells like
The cold waves crashing
On my toes
On a warm
Autumn evening.
Senor Negativo
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Senor Negativo
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