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Jun 2015
It's like laying on a white bed
Pillows pushed aside
My hair tainting the purity of the sheets
And you beside me
And you beside me
Your pupils ******* my reality into a vortex
Of sweet drops of
Coconut oil
I've fallen in your deep sea and
All the frightening creatures still couldn't
Push me away.
Monique Matheson
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Monique Matheson  26/F/Arizona
(26/F/Arizona)   
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