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May 2018
kiss me with passion,
deep want in your eyes.

hold me with love,
the cause of relief sighs.

taste me, the *****,
right on my lips.

and then a taste of passion fruit,
following each and every kiss.
O.K
dreams. what even are they?
Olivia A Keaton
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Olivia A Keaton  16/F/West Virginia
(16/F/West Virginia)   
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