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Nov 2013
strawberry is like the taste of your cheeks
and
that of the sensation your lips

roses are like the smell of your hands
and
the air that circles around you

rouge lipstick stains your tie
and
the tips of your collar

why must you lie to me so?
alexis
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alexis  canada
(canada)   
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   jude rigor and Jay
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