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Aug 2017
She combs and braids my hair,
And I braid my lips and tongue with hers.
She sends me sweet goodnight texts and
I keep her awake for the moon and stars.
Tafuta Atarashī
Written by
Tafuta Atarashī  28/M/Chicago
(28/M/Chicago)   
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     Lora Lee, Book Thief, Austere, Elizabeth J and Viany
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