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I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
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2 comments on I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
Luvkid April 18, 2015
Que du très très bon! Thank you so much
⃠Ginebra February 21, 2015
so amazing
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