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Twenty Seconds Plus or Minus Two (Poetry or Maybe Not)
Desperate, Bloodthirsty, ect.
10.3.07
Peacock Feathers
It's been too long
SInce we've
Kissed
How morose are two lips entangled
The desolation of liquid tongues
And,
I may love you.
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