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Yes,
it is morning, probably around four
we exhale slowly as we're lying on the floor
just like our clothes: silently waiting to be
picked up in the afternoon. The scorching sun inside of me
shines through the curtain of my eyelashes, your face burns
in the dark as you move your lips to kiss my face- somewhere a page turns...
i drank my cocktail with a straw.
it is morning, probably around four
we exhale slowly as we're lying on the floor
just like our clothes: silently waiting to be
picked up in the afternoon. The scorching sun inside of me
shines through the curtain of my eyelashes, your face burns
in the dark as you move your lips to kiss my face- somewhere a page turns...
i drank my cocktail with a straw.
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I like it quite a bit.