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Jul 2020
Your lips-
the doorway to that special place
I have made my home.
There's nowhere I feel safer than
beneath the roof of your tongue,
within the walls of your mouth.
We store our treasured memories
in the attic and
house the butterflies in the basement.
At last,
I am home.
Mitch Prax
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Mitch Prax  32/M/Australia
(32/M/Australia)   
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