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Aug 2014
firewater
we started hot,
like the tequila on your lips
and the stuffy dance floor
you dragged me to.

quick ignition,
under flowing sheets--
bodies of water mingling their seas.
Written by
Merrick McTaggard  Canada
(Canada)   
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