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Jun 2016
Thick, shimmering dew
Cold in my hands
Sweet and sticky on my tongue

The nectar goes down,
The voice comes up

Vision gets foggy
Mind gets s/l/o/w
before the liquid is spewed out!
my tongue is quick

She's a sweet lover
Our dance goes round again
Alice Smith
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Alice Smith  Sydney
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