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De vivemus vivamus

Sunday, April 27

she me

a frog to the sewer and over the drain while the trees
up in the air and back with the leaves.
She me and kisses while
mine are closed,
but still
she me with her smiling eyes.
Posted by nathan r.p. young at 12:04 PM

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