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Nov 2014
she had a yellow swing skirt on
and it swished and shown the sun
upon her pale white skin.

her lips tasted like fine wine
and it wished and won the sun
upon her teeth in sin.
athene
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athene  where he can't find me
(where he can't find me)   
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