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May 2014
bruised skin
and yearning
for the feeling
of breathlessness
when your lips are
on mine
                                                                
let me drown
in your kisses
and eager hands

pretend that you love me
pretend that i'm her

and i'll pretend that she's you

let's just kiss
and spend the night
high on lust and
unforgivable fantasies
dedicated to that girl i met last night. i regret not getting your name.
vail joven
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vail joven
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