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freckles and green leaves

"the sun won't hear a thing" you said in that humid voice of yours

as i sat between your legs (for a change) and thought "no, the sun usually doesn't care for us"

the view we shared was timid and raw

like the way your top lip wrinkled every time we spoke of future

dreamed of committing sins, letting loose of grins

"i hear your" you said, as i did not reply

"you are a veil, i am your pride"

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lina-1
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Mar 12, 2014
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