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May 2018
her lips stained my lips
rose-red
hair so soft, tangled through
my fingers –
She pulls me closer
gasping words into me
I want to speak
   but her voice,
   wrapped up in three little words
   crawls down my throat
      and chokes me

~ her love is suffocating
but I always come back for more
Kyla Duncan
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Kyla Duncan  19/F/Canada
(19/F/Canada)   
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