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Jan 2014
Would you
lend me the last few
dregs
of your aging green
tea? And would you
mind if all I
kept
was their taste on my
tongue? If you want them
back
I've got their memory
but kiss me
fast.
This dusky memory won't
last.
Liz Anne
Written by
Liz Anne
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   Julian Dorothea
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