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Feb 2018
i
wonder if
arching back my back
really increases the number
of millimetres of me-Β Β in touch with you
in which case, i understand why the lady in the little black dress became the bow you played her strings on,
****** chill creeping
down your spine
into her dark,
arched
neck-
line
26.2.18 /  there is nothing as beautiful as the silhouette of your back arching back -reaching out into the night and managing to entangle hands into hair
a mcvicar
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