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May 2014
She sways in the wind,
Her midnight hair flowing in the breeze.
She moves on the snow,
Her feet gliding as she goes.
She gazes through the dark,
Her eyes piercing the night with their glow.

Falter not my friend,
Her beauty, you cannot endure.
For if you fail to make you her own,
Your blood her red lip will have drawn.
J Lobo
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J Lobo  30/Cisgender Male
(30/Cisgender Male)   
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