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Jun 2015
goose bumps arise
my legs my arms my neck
i can sense you craving me
or is that me craving you
i can sense your amusement
at my ****** insanity
your inhale is my exhale
lungs pumped full of oxygen
our kiss could last an eternity
it would be a sweet asphyxiation
if i were to die with my lips grasping yours
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Kitten
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Kitten  New York City
(New York City)   
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