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Jan 2022
Minding the feel
Tracing until

I draw without trying
Stall without time
Devine in design

This line of love is not thin
How deep we are drawn
When swimming in sin
Yellow in the morning
Pink in the bed
Peach little cheeks
Now burning red
Her eyes weren't green
Baby blue instead
Doesn't take it Black
Cream is what she said
Jesse Nakai Hernandez
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Jesse Nakai Hernandez  27/M/Texas
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