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Nov 2015
Sometimes I escape to a magical place.
A mirror of myself, a beautiful face
A high like a drug that has been laced
sensation out of this world,
into deeper space.
My eyes water as my heart pace.
A sigh of relief,
as my mind tells my body
"you're okay ...
I laugh and admit,
*I am a great lay!
Written by
ZL  F/Earth
(F/Earth)   
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