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Oct 2020
Your words pour over me like silk
smooth
easy
gentle to the touch
no matter they may be untrue
right here
right now
they flow like music
heavy intoxicating musk
smoldering like  lust
Written by
Frances Raeburn  F/London
(F/London)   
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