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Feb 2016
I felt hot desire.
For a split second
Time stopped the moment.
All motion paused
As though the room had reached 0° Kelvin
All eyes, every focus locked,
Every being in awe
Of the grandeurous woman
Stepping in from the cold.
Shall I light her fire?
Tafuta Atarashī
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Tafuta Atarashī  28/M/Chicago
(28/M/Chicago)   
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