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00:29

Pressed Flowers by Michael Faudet

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Vera Lee@chaoticmagister
To the quiet one,
the coy,
the wallflower.

Her dark circled eyes
buried in a book.

Hard little nipples,
dusty pink,
beneath a tatty
black singlet.

Those restless legs,
sprawled across
a squeaky bed.

Her secrets kept,
liked pressed daises
hidden by
pages read.
To the quiet one,
the coy,
the wallflower.

Her dark circled eyes
buried in a book.

Hard little nipples,
dusty pink,
beneath a tatty
black singlet.

Those restless legs,
sprawled across
a squeaky bed.

Her secrets kept,
liked pressed daises
hidden by
pages read.
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Basket of Figs By Ellen Bass

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