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4d
touch love
,softsoap into breathing
the same feathering air.
bleeting new calflove

,touch,,fall
into it & roll with
love's drunk punches
,commands more glancing..

eyes, are blue
,& love is tall,
wears red & shoes lifts
e,namour amour
matt r
Written by
matt r  25/M/UK
(25/M/UK)   
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       unnamed, guy scutellaro and Yuiza Nabin
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