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The scent of your skin like the taste
Of orchids in the back of my
Throat ‒ flowers of flesh
And the tickle of pollen, trickling down
...my throat, tickling down
My throat
Of orchids in the back of my
Throat ‒ flowers of flesh
And the tickle of pollen, trickling down
...my throat, tickling down
My throat
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