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Mar 2020
your tongue is a flowerbed.
every word you speak falls out
in the shape of a petal.
flowers grow behind your teeth.

i want you to open it up to me,
let me see the peonies that have
grown inside your mouth.
let the same ones grow inside mine.
hunter
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hunter  18/FTM/Australia
(18/FTM/Australia)   
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     DKN and Samantha
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