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Her skin pale ice Her body, winter. My hands smooth Across her flesh, Warmth blooms, Spring blossoms. My kiss is heat, I taste her snowmelt.
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Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 7:10 PM UTC
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Her skin pale ice Her body, winter. My hands smooth Across her flesh, Warmth blooms, Spring blossoms. My kiss is heat, I taste her snowmelt.
adam-barraclough
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adam-barraclough
Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 7:10 PM UTC
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