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Aug 2015
nectar
theres a thickness of ***
in the air.

making their flowers
open with sweat
drips onto their
roots grow deep
into them.
theres a thickness of *** in the air
that ***** out my moisture
if i breathe.
Written by
mike
255
   --- and Duzy
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