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Apr 2017
The drag of your hand across my back
sparks a blaze my lips can not extinguish
You,
You see my veins shake at your first touch,
the power to move my blood on your own accord
the definition of heart
I beg my skin to do tricks
like forget how good it feels to lose control
between the burning house
of your hands.
Daniela Jolin Linares
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Daniela Jolin Linares  F/MX
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