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Friday, February 10, 2012
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where we go
lips interlocking
stains, black orchid stains
with every touch
soft movements across
his flesh
with every physical contact
like adrenaline, creeping in my veins
who knows?
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different shades of blue & purple dazzle me. music & photography take the best of me & words spill out of me. a over lapping canvas
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