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The Cinnamon Peeler

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If I were a cinnamon peeler
I would ride your bed
And leave the yellow bark dust
On your pillow.

Your breasts and shoulders would reek
You could never walk through markets
without the profession of my fingers
floating over you. The blind would
stumble certain of whom they approached
though you might bathe
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Sayanjali 23 December 2017
Hiiiiii #What a nyc poem
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