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Feb 2019
run your hands
through golden strands
speak softly,
ask me how,
then
mantle my cheeks,
you flush my brow.

caress rosebud lips
and hug my hips
sing sweetly,
ask me why,
then
turn around for I am one,
to exist until I die.
eva-mae coffey
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eva-mae coffey  19/F
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       eva-mae coffey, ---, thyreez-thy, bethany w and ---
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