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Aug 2013
I sink my snout deep into my firm bed,
   from within the quilt a divine scent is shed,

Wood smoke and vibrant gold with strawberry cream,
      reminds me of a festival goddess round a dancing fire who is a blessing to see,

I moved with her when she drifted into my room and caressed my skin,
   it was such an honour for a tempting sin.
Bogle
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Bogle
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   Nat Lipstadt and ---
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