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Feb 15
This tea
Tastes like memories
All I want to feel
Is someone's eyelashes
Beating against my skin
The sense of skin on felt
On soft, slippery silk
On icy velvet
What if their mouth tastes like cinnamon
Will their tears
Be pearls of salt on my cheeks
And will they bite me
Spicy spicy times.
Written by
hannah  F/Haven, ME
(F/Haven, ME)   
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