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Apr 2023
Coming far from like,
My aureate white
blooming and lit glow
like a flower spike.
panting slowly,
brilliant tiger in the night.
wearing a blown pajamas
as in the midnight desert.
Scenting high and low
Her eye blinks beautifully.
Her red lips twisted sweetly.
Her tongue rhymes innerly.
She is saying something whispery.
Safana
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Safana  27/M
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   Cody Smith
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