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seed pods
bursting hiding and, yet, smiling as itty-bitty bubbles touching me fooling you I am feathered camouflaged peering in wonder at the bounty surrounding all I touch which softens the space I am within nature nurture you stare at me in wonder as if this is the first time our eyes have locked in loneliness and longing creeping past yet, singing at our moonlit dynasty in the heat of the summer and your touch cools my inner thighs and your eyes smolder as if to say we are the two who matter in the world on this night |
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