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Jan 2
Your voice,
hearsay of the breeze
when it caresses
the petals in our garden;
zephyr in my ears
as my hands reach your depths,
equanimity broken
like the branches under our feet
when we entered
this forest
called desire.
Written by
Christian  19/M
(19/M)   
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     LadyM, Fawn and Matthew Renahan
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