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Aug 2016
He is all lines and sharp angles
I am soft curves and extra padding
But it doesn't matter so much
When he's holding my hand
Intertwined and all jumbled up,
Or when he's kissing me
Closed eyes and only nerves
Igniting
How strange to think the knife
Could learn to love the butter
Georgia Marginson-Swart
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Georgia Marginson-Swart  22/F/London
(22/F/London)   
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