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Apr 2013
I revel in my love's pheromones
Upon waking I crane my neck
To greet his lips

You are something warm
When it's cold outside

Legs like spaghetti
A stubborn knot
None could untangle

"I know not what the future holds"
But until the future comes
I will hold you
Written by
Ariel rose fishkin
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