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Nov 2015
Let my sweat be the ink
Our bed be the canvas
Your fingers the paint brush, your tongue the pencil

Let our love be the portrait
So beautifully displayed that they'll write
Our name in the smoke of our heat, leave a letter in the sky
Just something
Akira
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Akira
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