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with words slapping against skin as of rain that pounds down on thick leather skin; the curls of the soft and bounced hair like a lion's mane yet slightly more beautiful.

drag your chocolate fingernails over my skin and beg my name as if i was the savior to the sheep, like i protected them from the big bad wolf.

let my mahogany hair drape over your matching shoulders and let all of our worries whisk away like a dandelion's petals in the wind.

with scars dragged over my ivory voice, our lips can connect and i'll have someone to feed me love , like i always wanted.

//comment on my poems u little shits i need attention

im kidding ily guys

but seriously
give me attention

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