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Hummingbird
Just as a flower sways in the wind, I dance around his finger tips.
Gently running through my hair, encouraging I take all of it.
Edging near euphoria, a whimper escapes his face.
Leaving behind no nectar, as sweetness was it's taste.
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Gently running through my hair, encouraging I take all of it.
Edging near euphoria, a whimper escapes his face.
Leaving behind no nectar, as sweetness was it's taste.
© All Rights Reserved
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