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Nov 2018
he plays the angels
with harp strung hips
and all my ribs
he is my ticket
to eden.
but he's firey as hell
with red sea lips
i part, i sip
and gold street locks
i knock, i kiss, and yes
hell ******* yes
here is my key
to heaven.
saige
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saige  22/F
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