Monday, August 23, 2010

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whispering to me
(whisper it to me)

puckered breaths,
tickling tatters
to-tell-tales.

my locks lock
your sense of smell
succulently silky
and sly, sly, lies.

ran, run, running
through your finely
fickle fingers.

imagining me
(imagine me)

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