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Nov 2018
her lips were
sweet and thick
like
fresh mango nectar
unruly wavy hair draped over knee as she drew until the sun came up again

you just want to put her in
a glass
savor
and sip her till there’s
nothing left
for lee
everly
Written by
everly  20/F
(20/F)   
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