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Published: Oct 6, 2014

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the feeling somewhere in between the pink lights
on your face; thinking you were gorgeous
but still afraid to say it out loud,

yet not
afraid to mouth it
against your neck.

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Sammur-amat

Nov 24, 2014

poignant and god damn pretty, lovely

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