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lime wet air
wet hair skin wet sides of fingers wet sides he uses the cabbie's stink-um look at the partner dumb dough eyes answer he didn't do it any of what she asked but look look at the partner strawed on lips stink sweet blue slap him dreaming inside shorelines and he'll find something © 2016 The Twin Arenas |
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