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Mar 2016
You dreamed of kissing me
Mind racing towards me.
What happened?
What changed?
My lips are still soft
My tongue still sweet.
My hips are still sturdy,
And my waist still small.
Maybe it all became too much for you
Maybe I am too much for you to take in.
mixed signals
Ava Bean
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Ava Bean  Portland
(Portland)   
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   Vanessa Gatley
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