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Mar 2019
Red imprints of your hands are left on my neck
Purple kisses of your fists are left on my thighs
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I lose my breath when we cuddle
My fingers go numb when we hold hand
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As you decorate my body with your glance
I begin to find beauty in the unique designs of your creation



-FreeMind
March 20, 2019
#78
FreeMind
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       mila, Logan Robertson, Peeth, Perry and Traveler
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