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Jul 16
Tell me, does she know
the way you look at me
like summer is dim and I stole all her glow.

Tell me, does she know
you’re laying next to me
smiling as you glare with your midnight eyes.

Tell me, did you tell her?
tell her that you’re drawn to me
like the night sky feels the pull of the moon.

Tell me, did you tell her?
tell her I’ve got the scent of magic
and alluring taste of sweet malice.

Tell me she heard
heard that I feel violently tender in your hands
like crashing tides against your fingertips

Tell me she heard
heard that I’m the woman of your sand castle dreams.
Blue Carrisole
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Blue Carrisole  19/F/between the pages
(19/F/between the pages)   
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