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Jun 2018
My head on your shoulder
my line of vision your lips
everything inside becomes mercury and flows
warm and thick and heavy

My wine marinated tongue can’t seem to form
the words, they keep swirling around the ooze
viscous and sweet
in a language I can’t speak
Cheryl
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Cheryl  F/Ohio
(F/Ohio)   
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     Randy, Jerry K, Fawn and Sara Kellie
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