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Nov 2015
I pepper
Your face
With soft flecks
Of kisses
In search
Of the spots
Free
Of acne cream
(Rarer than the spots
Free of acne),

Like it's a game.
My freckled,
Toothy queen
Is still behind,

four years,
and love swells
From out
                  Bellies
we have in common.
the Sandman
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the Sandman  clouds&bubbles in my head
(clouds&bubbles in my head)   
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