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Apr 2015
I'm craving your hands
dancing fingers across my bare hips
I'm craving your lips
sending sparks from my mouth all the way to my toes
but you hate feet
and sometimes I think
that's why you won't call
julia lovechild
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julia lovechild  uranus
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