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At 42
by Tasha Klein |
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i am
liquid earth flayed by light rest your cheek on my comforting belly i am fruit simple grass eat and be pacified i can be a jail a cow a goddess a keyhole glide your tongue between my fingers my buds aren't exotic but like to flower sail on my back be the mouth that swallows me i am a deep well smooth & round i am the tide i will lift you |
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