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Feb 20
You came to me in my dream,
dressed in shiny red and seeds
and for a second
i forgot all about my needs,
your language was something man can’t speak
and your shape was simply just a lead,
in reality you rest on my chest
by my beads
Eve
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Eve  20/F/Sweden
(20/F/Sweden)   
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     K, Michael A Pettigrew and zoe
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