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Dec 2014
I think I would like to be out of my mind,
maybe with you, for a while.
So we started a practice of trading our cells
for the rapture of each other's arms.
No algorithms here, just alchemy and wine,
(This is all that we both can take)
No more of this, "Love? Are you my love?"
simply,
"I love how you taste."
Lindy
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Lindy  Alabama
(Alabama)   
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