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Not a Moth

staring at a starry angel just at the correct angle she might become or never not what but more then a butterfly but as long as i'm a flower waiting for her proboscis to do this and then that and another thing as we dance in twisted tongues an o'keeffe and stigma erect as she's in the mood you should make me so we can politely pollinate and then if you want smoke a cigarette but i won't forget smell taste and taking

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