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Nov 2014
he sounded as soft as
my lips felt and I told him
the fire felt good exploding
across my chest as I balled my body
into his slouched frame. I pressed his
palm against my chest to see if his
wooden fingers would catch on fire.
Marie-Niege
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Marie-Niege
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