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May 2016
Everything about me reminds me of you.
I feel your lips tracing my collar bone,
Your words slip off my tongue,
My legs crave to open
To your touch.

I want to mold myself into a shape
You've never felt
And re-color myself
In a way you've never seen.
Written by
Anon
313
   JRF
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