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she squints, she smiles.
07/29/2004 03:01 a.m.
"you smell like you used to,"
she'll say and breathe me in
remembering how she used to live in that smell
wet thighs and all
gasping for breath

her hips swing and she looks at me
she squints
she smiles
and somewhere, somehow i feel some kind of complete

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