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May 2021
petals close when you are near

stars shudder at your finger tips

the moon shakes in it’s silver skin

and I -

blossom,

despite myself and my heart’s warnings

against your cruel caresses

I sigh, into your curves

and bury my head in the sands of oblivion
Emma Elisabeth Wood
Written by
Emma Elisabeth Wood  F/UK
(F/UK)   
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