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Feb 2021
A warm pinch, not painful.
Timid tingles, graceful lurking.
I think of your face, light-headed.
My mind is alluring.

I dream of your eyes, so dark and ripe.
Lips sealed, so tight.
My sinful night.
Louisa Coller
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Louisa Coller  26/Non-binary/England
(26/Non-binary/England)   
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   arizona
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