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Oct 2014
I can’t quite put my finger on it,
Run my tongue across it,
Sink my teeth into it,
But you’re some sort of something else-
And I want to consume your every word
As it spills out of your mouth.
But to try to catch a single thought
Is something in itself.
Anna
Written by
Anna  Buffalo.
(Buffalo.)   
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