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Jun 2018
I look for love where it cannot be found
I search barren places for any trace of fruit
honey
sweetness
sensations that have no place in the bed I have made

your lips are rough with sugar
I would rather keep you ripened
than let you rot away

ever still
selfishly
I beg you to stay.
Qynn
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Qynn  23/F/Pittsburgh
(23/F/Pittsburgh)   
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