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Monday, April 13, 2009

spring cleaning

I nuzzled your jasmine fields
and exhaled eternity while your winds
sighed as they ran your fingers
through my hair. He woke up
abruptly, stopping our breathing
like a sudden line break in a poem

but your scent still lingers
like an aftertaste on the tip of my tongue
Posted by subject to subjectivity at 2:10 PM

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