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Apr 2015
I guess she was mad, but I don't think I ever had the chance to tell her I love the way I can puncture rain in my veins. Or the way I can swallow happiness wholesome. Her silence made the lambs quiver at night. And the constellation that spread from her thighs to the other, smoothly made anyone lose sight.
Nely
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Nely  New York
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