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Sep 2015
He has forest trees caught
on flames below his elbows.
And my hands can feel the
heat and smoke. But I wouldn't
mind putting out his fire with
the tears that are falling from
my brown eyes. I wouldn't mind putting out his flames with the wetness between my thighs. I wouldn't mind putting out his
flames with my mouth and
tongue* ~
Carolin
Written by
Carolin  Egypt
(Egypt)   
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