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A Peregrination

deep down the line where the locket shines like moon just in the middle of e’thing & n’thing I want to lay my breath  on your trembling wet skin. With soft tender brush of hands– of yours grasp my hair and place me– ‘ween the décolletage, where rivulet of your beats rhythm. ————————————————————– I seldom…