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Aug 2016
you know her clandestinely -
your hands seize her cracks and crinkles
as if she was yours to form, yours to grip

you dust her with your powdered purity;
it is the same ivory colour you wear across your back.
your hands caress her the way she desires

she flows
she inhales
she rises

and she's yours to keep warm.
i was talking about dough
Jaanam Jaswani
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Jaanam Jaswani
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   Mack, Lora Lee, Ignatius Hosiana and SPT
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