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Oct 2023
those special places that are warm
and that I want to fall into,
where I can hear your heartbeats
and smell your skin

akin to the caves along the shore
that house oceans
when the tide is high
collarbones, cliffs
Grace
Written by
Grace  F/Voie Des Papillons
(F/Voie Des Papillons)   
85
   Rob Rutledge
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