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Aug 2014
The clock doesn't move
On these sort of nights
When the yearning
To be in your arms
Is the strongest

My arms are buried
In the lime green sleeves
Of the shirt that smells
Of your skin

My skin turns the purple-yellow
Of your affections

My affections for you
Are bottomless

Bottomless thoughts of you
allissa robbins
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allissa robbins  22/Gender Fluid/phx
(22/Gender Fluid/phx)   
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