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Jan 2016
oh
your fingers burn a trail starting at my cheek and ending between my
thighs and i don’t know if that is what’s causing the pounding in my
chest or if it’s the way you pronounce each syllable of my name
so gently as though i’m part of your families’ collection of most
treasured silver.
yas
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   Alliana Griselle
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