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Nov 2017
I slowly draw your smell
Rain, wet hay, dying fire.
Move my fingers through your thick hair

as the years pass by,
The patina grows thicker,
And the eyes no longer glitter
Have you kept your precious metal locked
Deep inside?
As the rain was falling,
Murdering the Ember?
Ylang Ylang
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Ylang Ylang  26/M
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       Ylang Ylang, Glassmuncher, Toriana and Mack
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