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May 2020
My fingers traced down the path of the flowing tears
Down my flushed chubby cheeks
Dripping down my collar bone
Tickling the way his lips used to
Down the nape of my neck
Soaking the way his kisses used to
Fatima
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Fatima
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   Eloisa and Tapiwa Individualist
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