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phoebe
Poems
Mar 2020
her.
the woman lays her halo on the pillow that used to be mine.
she sips my red wine and gets drunk off his fermented words, her long legs are wrapped around his body as she lets out a laugh
she knows what sheβs doing
so now this drink is too hard to swallow
does she ******* margarita tongue when kisses him?
i really hope she does.
Written by
phoebe
21/F/TX
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