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May 2016
There's a subtle subjugation
Of my spirit, mind, and body
To the touch of your fingertips,
Your eyes, lips, mind,
And soul.
My every fiber looks forwards to
The every second that we use up as
We move forward and let
Love take it's relished toll.
Can't think of a name for this one.
Tafuta Atarashī
Written by
Tafuta Atarashī  28/M/Chicago
(28/M/Chicago)   
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