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Dec 2014
Don't look at me
Instead, pull me close, hold me
& listen to the song
My breathy moan, coming from my
Mouth Smoothe, deep, dark

It is the Spark, the clue
The water of life,
Slowly spilling out my body
Connecting to your ocean of strength
Peartini
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Peartini  The Valley
(The Valley)   
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