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Jun 2015
your lips are like the gods.
storm born. raging. your eyes created from the longest of winters.
filled with heat that
could ever keep. it bellows down inside of you. beckoning, swollen
up with flies from last nights ****.

this world gives you nothing.
a wildfire
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a wildfire
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