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Mar 2018
your palm melts
to the contour of
my face and
I melt into you.
lords knows
I will come
undone under
the fever of your
fingertips and
lord knows
I will come
unraveled
under the
weight of your
want and lord
knows
ghost girl
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ghost girl
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       ---, J, Jamadhi Verse and Ted
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