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Mar 2019
blue eyes sprawling through the trees,
like cold spring wind with summer breeze.
light and loving
blown out holes
that trace
my face
like burning coals.

smells like future memories,
like hips moving to melodies,
like hands clasped now for all to see,
like i'm with you
and you're with me.
Genevieve
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Genevieve  19/F/USA
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