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Oct 2017
If she were to touch you
                taste you
                hear you
                observe you
Fingers tentative
Mouth pliable
Ears fine-tuned
Sight keen
You would taste
like stardust and glass
like galaxies and rust.
i do feel a little dead today.
it's a little harder.
girl diffused
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girl diffused  29/F/Earth
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