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Feb 2016
I trace your mother earth skin,
And sink myself deep in
your every decible.
I breath in the scent
Of your flowers
and lift my lips to tingle
them against your electric words.
More so than your aesthetic,
I'm in love with your music.
Written by
JJRKelly  24/M/Chicago
     Woody, Lisa Lesetedi, --- and ---
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