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Sep 2019
Eyes are shut despite the love,
makes flesh want to self-destruct.
****** tears flowing through an aqueduct
as joy and virtue become an in-flux.
Feelings are like cinnamon floating on a wind,
they only enter if you let them in.
Marla
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Marla  24/F/Seattle
(24/F/Seattle)   
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