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Apr 13
up above the curve, the foliage stays evergreen
it is gapped evenly and bristles
i traced them with my fingers
see if it sways with the pressure
The sweet and musky clove
points to the entrance
i run to it with no hesitation
Written by
Whitewidowhaze
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     rick, Hamzah and Erenn
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