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Apr 2015
a saturated sunset start showing her sensual side
wine dripping down my thighs
the way you look at me
don't do it but don't stop
teeth shining
limbs twisting
hot skin crashing together like cymbals
when did the sun come up?
we couldn't notice because we were coming up all night
Chloë Fuller
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Chloë Fuller  Philadelphia
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