- Yaira Ebanks
- Jan 1, 2025
- 1 min read
Updated: Jan 2, 2025
peak into my quiver
deep breaths
left stupefied
possessor of many weapons
shot straight between your eyes
thought I was nude- no
I undressed your mind
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