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Apr 2017
inevitably tempted to touch me
breathe on my neck
and remind me
re -iterate to my being
dive deep inside of me
and plant
and dwell
and reside inside of all of my angst
we could live there
and make love
until the sun gives light
to where my ion has
ended



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