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Jan 2017
Her: I think I can write poetry...
        On your neck...
        With my lips.

Me: If you can write poetry on my
       On my neck with your lips,
       Consider the rest of my skin
       A blank page waiting for
       The ink of your bliss.
Tafuta Atarashī
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Tafuta Atarashī  28/M/Chicago
(28/M/Chicago)   
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