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Nov 2018
freckles; dusted on your face
like cinnamon.
and when i have you in my embrace
i forget we are in michigan;
we should be sitting by the fireplace,
but you keep me warm when we're intimate.

you are my angel cake.
and you taste like love.
the doctor says i need to watch my calorie intake
but you, i don't think i could dispose of.
i'll hold you tighter... just in case.
kira
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kira  15/F/US
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