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me
then
licks
the
ash
tray
***** girl
?




































she bites
...
..
.
lick and bite
as we were falling
our feathers
were
bruised
we woke
up together
she kissed me
she heard me
my *******
echoing
her
hands on me
her breath
on mine
write
she
touched me
?












...
..
.
one muse
...
was this her usual colour
was the night planned out
have these forces drawn me
to
dance
once again

my brush was black
blue were her lips
we could taste
her
on
me
her
lips were blue

she danced for me
in princess shoes
buttons
on her
lips
were
blue

blew were her lips
on our last kiss
we
felt
her
sips


she drank from me
till her lips
we're
blue
?













...
..
.
could have been
just
an
weird
slumber party
...
are my tears
?














...
..
.
see that we are
salt water
worthy
i
love you
...

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