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Flag Pole

Colonial colours are standing tall,

as your frustrated fingers fidget inside mine,

leaning up against the wall, in front of the flag pole,

you kiss me, like you wish we were alone,



I can taste your true desires,

hearing the unspoken words as our bodies grow increasingly and irresistibly close.

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