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Jan 3
My lips hang from the edge
of your lips
for a moment,
then meet...

(My soul is blinded by you.
My heart is only for you.
My love will not fail you.
My mind will not destroy us again.)

...and part.
RMatheson
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     Monique Matheson, Emma and Sadia
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