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1d
I never but knew the hair,
clamped behind,
your pony-tail.
It smelled sweetly
like how mice,
can't handle
the smell,
it's a vampire
of garlic
but to me,
so sweetly.
Its hypnotic.
Lavender
of tender.
Written by
RGH  47/F/no-where near you
(47/F/no-where near you)   
14
     Nat Lipstadt and Stardust
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