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Feb 2022
Here, beneath my ribs;
underneath the chewy strands,
my lanky ambitions, naked
without sense. As a finger
held to thumb, between
a petalled gift. Kiss each
inch of me. Make me sigh.
Roll me only when I'm dead.
Written by
Sam Lawrence  51/M/London
(51/M/London)   
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     Carlo C Gomez
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