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Jul 2017
Your hot lips
Grace my cool skin
Like morning dew
On blades of grass.

Just as your fingertips
Caress like rays of sunlight
Caress the horizon
During sun-set & rise.

And your deep brown eyes
Staring deep into mine
Light a fire in me that defies
The cold that grows
When you're not by my side.

And musician that
I am,
I create the vibrations
That you dance with me to
through the night.
Tafuta Atarashī
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Tafuta Atarashī  28/M/Chicago
(28/M/Chicago)   
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