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Jul 2014
IX
Let's make things fun,
I whisper
and pull you to my chest
Your breaths are getting heavy
as we slowly undress
Our lips, ribbons meeting
Our heartbeats, swiftly fleeting
Until the clock screams and I see
the white of my ceiling

-cj
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