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Jan 2020
Every inhale can overload my brain with the rich scent,
Of skin, of strength.
There are mornings where you are all I taste,
And my head is overwhelmed by you consuming every sense.
Written by
Christian C  21/Non-binary/Chicago
(21/Non-binary/Chicago)   
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