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Sep 2016
What an exquisite mess we are tangled in sheets..our bodies together the midwives of all things magical. Where our bodies connect waterfalls and enchanted forests come to life... Or so I think. Upon this box spring stage, I forget that you are human. Who is this man who's body drapes over me pouring his music and luster into my being. Who are you? Why do I say I love you? Love is the only magic I've yet to see manifest in this life, I guess it's just ***.
Sarah Kunz
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Sarah Kunz  20/F/Ithaca NY
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