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May 2016
Drunk on the couch
You
Peeked nimbly over,
Shining wet,
******* pressed, half-held,
To take something from me;

So wet
  you slip
from my
fingers.
Benjamin Woolley
Written by
Benjamin Woolley  Phoenix
(Phoenix)   
304
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