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Your breath fans out,
Brushing against
The cliff faces
Of my cheeks.
A rouge flame
ignights just
Above my breast bone.
Your hands hold
It close to your chest,
Rekindling the red
Hot passion dwelling
Just below my skin.
Brushing against
The cliff faces
Of my cheeks.
A rouge flame
ignights just
Above my breast bone.
Your hands hold
It close to your chest,
Rekindling the red
Hot passion dwelling
Just below my skin.
random poem.
I can't spell. T.T
Wrote this in science. I was so bored.
I can't spell. T.T
Wrote this in science. I was so bored.
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