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It’s that vulnerable piece  of you

I crave to lick

That nape of neck

That innocent speck

Between the ink

The last wink

The last space

That’s where I’ll bury my face

Where I’ll make my wish.. my bed

Just outside your head

While you think of her instead

(c) Slumpless

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