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Aug 2017
her eyes pluck him
like harp strings
sing for me, boy.
do you sell your voice
like you sell kisses?

she does not have strings.
he would not pluck them
if she did.
Written by
avalon  19/F
     ---, Lora Lee, S G Arndt, Anthony Perry, Day and 2 others
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