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Jun 2013
You cause a
Hundred butterflies to stir in
Her stomach;
Their delicate wings
Almost as gentle as
The fingertips that brush
Feathered eyelashes and
Heart-shaped lips;
The colour of the waxy rose
Petals, scattered upon
Satin sheets;
And she drifts away, dreaming,
The name,
A mere
Whisper on
Scarlet lips.
Alexandra
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Alexandra
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   Katelyn and reyna
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