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Jan 2022
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Gentle circles are made on your back,
A light snore makes it’s way to your lips.
Lips I’ve touched thrice over,
Lips that’ve consumed my being.
Everlasting.
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Written by
Delyla Nunez  26/F/Nowhere
(26/F/Nowhere)   
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