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Mar 2018
i want to touch
your body
like a man in heat —

rub fingers up your legs .
kiss peach butter lips,
and make you
sing,

i wasn’t made to be in love ,
i think .
.
i was made to be
loved :

like a feather, or
a death.

i will run
my entire life.

we bloom in summer.
for Emily.
cait-cait
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       stopdoopy, karen, a mcvicar, Alec, kevin hamilton and 2 others
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