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Mar 2013
You never told me your wish
so I do wonder
if I am making it come true

scavenge for your sweet hands
pin them, bite the freckles

I do not just want you
inside of me
I want to digest you and

what you want.

The blonde rain
little daisies from angels say
you love me, love me not

you love me like a stone
we did not skip
but sheltered in a wooden box

plastic holes as skylights.
Written by
Sarina  forests
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