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Apr 2017
the black cherry taste
of your huge lips
is the music
we sing
and sigh
the foggy
scene to which
our bodies bounce
is the melody of I don't
know how many degrees
Fahrenheit my spiral sight
doesn't need to work for
the naked eye is not
more bare than
how you'll be
fast forward
Raquel E
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Raquel E  F/New York, NY
(F/New York, NY)   
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