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Dec 2017
I would never tell it so
The soft moan of a tender baby
knows most of the neighbors
Still to never tell it so

He cares less, his youth escapes
The expiration
Found between my lips
Caring less about youth escaping

His head to my cavity
A heart ache holed up mess
Swirling deep and deep
He holds tight to my crevice
AS Nilsen
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AS Nilsen  31/F/Lonelyville, NY
(31/F/Lonelyville, NY)   
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