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Слушать(AI)Remembrance
Your hands easyweight, teasing the beeshived in my hair, your smile at theslope of my cheek.
On theoccasion, you pressabove me, glowing, spoutingreadiness, mystery rapesmy
When you have withdrawnyour self and the magic, whenonly the smell of yourlove lingers betweenmy breasts, then, onlythen, can I greedily consumeyour presence.
Maya Angelou
Maya Angelou (April 4, 1928 – May 28, 2014) was an American poet, memoirist, and civil rights activist. She published seven autobiographies, thr
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