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Jul 2019
I have been high off of "Mary Jane"

But nothing compared to the high

That comes when his hands firmly

Grasp my wrists and places them

Above my head as he leaves a trail of

Soft kisses down my torso

This is the type of high that comes once in a life time

A high that keeps the world turning

And this fire inside me constantly burning.
Thicket of Thoughts
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Thicket of Thoughts  20/F/Where I'm Supposed To Be
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