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Feb 2016
Your lips are lined with silver, sharpening as you steadily mark what's yours. Your long hair flows in the wind created from my breath being taken away. I want to explore what you believe and see where your boundaries end. Take my hand and let me pour myself into you.
Matthew Mckenzie Goldsmith
Written by
Matthew Mckenzie Goldsmith  Washington
(Washington)   
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