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Aug 2020
white tshirts
clinging to wet skin
rain soaked hair
and orange soaked lips
the gentle amber
of the streetlights above
hummed softly
around us
but all i could see
was the ocean waves
dancing in your eyes
before your mouth
poured into mine
so hungrily
as if you realised
you had been starving
your whole life.
rk
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rk  F/scotland
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