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I pause in my voluptuous-
ness. If I was a taste, I’d be sweet, like syrupy fruit juice, sticky and just a tiny bit tart, the color of rhubarb with gold like clear apple juice. this is all your fault. |
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hold you in both arms
both hands voluptuous crystal round bottomed pitcher full of red-gold life tip you back and drink to take in all all that i can
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