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Sep 2013
I want someone who belongs to themselves.
I want Nabokov, indulgence and ***** words,
like oil down a canvas.
Indulgence, and the way you press kisses up my spine,
like you want me to taste like your mouth the next time
someone kisses me there.
Written by
Noelle  The Mountains
(The Mountains)   
563
   Nat Lipstadt
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