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Jul 2024
earning for your touch,
Your taste,
Your tease.

Desire ignites,
I crave you.

Yet here I sit,
Alone,
Penning this verse.

Why are our worlds
So near,
Yet so distant?
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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   Khoisan
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