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7d
The first time
I saw Your face
Life stood still
As I paused
Feel and hark
when suddenly
I was caught up
in a butterfly storm
And without hesitation
The flowers and I
Sprang towards
But the flowers
Were turned
and wilted away
Still I bloomed,
I bloomed so willingly
Just so  you could have a taste
With your plush hot lips.
Now we’re full.
Written by
London Paris
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