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Apr 2013
The French call an ******
"the little death"

looking at you,
(trace the curve of my neck
with your lips)


I would like to suggest-
(close your eyes and search
for the secrets of my body
with your tongue)


that is to say:
(put your hand in mine
don't let go.)


Darling,
let's die a little
tonight.
N23
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