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Aug 2014
a constant
head check
of lines that i recite
well, pull them out of my mouth
darling
and lap my tongue
around every apology
or lie
and swallow the stem
i want to be yours
but i want you to be mine
oh, well
then
what does that entail
now?
Terra Lopez
Written by
Terra Lopez  oakland, ca
(oakland, ca)   
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