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Jun 2015
taste feels to reach to
tongue
deeply between kiss

      (lipsnotlips)

where least sleeps spring
and calls by mouth

your hips to sing,

                              ,

                              ,

                              ,

                              .
PK Wakefield
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   grace, its gonna make sense and NV
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