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Anonymous June 20, 2022 Issue #1

Intimacy

and there we were together, in the dark, frantic and fearful.

she smelt like sweet hair conditioner and sunshine and vanilla.

i could feel every breath escaping her lips and sweep past my shoulders.

Shot by Celina Tang
Posted in Issue #1 and tagged personal, photography, poetry. Bookmark the permalink.

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    Anonymous on June 20, 2022 at 7:25 pm
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    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Smelt_(fish)

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