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May 2017
It's Not Your
Lips I Taste
When We Kiss.
It's Not Your
Corporal Odour
Salved To My Soils.
Its Your Subliminal Essence
By My Core Being Drenched.
Rooh aatma spirit
s s f w s
Written by
s s f w s  29/Two-Spirit/India
(29/Two-Spirit/India)   
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   Ryan Holden
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