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Oct 2018
he’s drunk in love
knocks on her door
when it falls apart

how come i perceive?
her feverish face
while his tongue flicks;
the truth and secrets—

her kisses, her touch, her;
i can tell everything is a necessity
how you move your body enticingly

everything is nothing to you
she kisses you because it's true—
you’re everything to her while you
only loved the moon.
alternative name: the benevolence of her touch
zelda rangel
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zelda rangel  24/F/garden of ellis
(24/F/garden of ellis)   
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