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Oct 2017
She is
Oh god
the succulent
She makes void
of absolutism
I bellow as if
the base can hear
eager cries of
she once led me to the well
and told me to
close my eyes,
don't drink
sip
so the droplets
can form worlds between
your lips, your chin
I'll collect the
moisture from your
skin.
Laurel Leaves
Written by
Laurel Leaves  F/Pacific Northwest
(F/Pacific Northwest)   
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