Consider, O Lover, my throatwhite as cigarette paper.The crushed lavender of my knuckles.My heart, a dulled needle threaded throughtoo many patterns.
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Consider, O Lover, my throatwhite as cigarette paper.The crushed lavender of my knuckles.My heart, a dulled needle threaded throughtoo many patterns.
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