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Apr 2016
You are like a flute that makes music
Everytime I touch my lips with yours
And as I fill my fingers to each of your holes,
Your tone rises and my ears are pleased.
When I blow hard,
You scream loud.
And I shall whisper to your mouth
For you not to make a sound.
We can play a song together.
Now,
How can we play without each other?
Judas
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Judas  Philippines
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