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Aug 2018
lord knows she´s been places
each shy smile, a metaphor
pair of doe eyes
breaking through the centerfold
she´s the sweetest, pure confection
of your fantasies

rid yourself of ***** purities
enticing tragedy
wood on furnace

lovely dove
of tender bareness
only her
can breathe him airless

s kirt.
Written by
Helena  F
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