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Jul 2016
You can't caress a women
And provide a tender touch
With hands carved into canyons
So you turn those canyons into clouds
And become the morning fog
Lingering over the beautiful earth.
Blind Aesthetic
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Blind Aesthetic  29/M/California
(29/M/California)   
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