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| Death of a Rose |
when it is an impasse in thought, that you remember the touch of her lips, the closeness of her, sliding her hand upwards upon your chin, that is my touch upon her, sifting her hair, giving her the tease of my fingers. Loving and everything beyond loving. that's when i can't think anymore, breath, stare.... it is a sedation. a dream... . |
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| Pinches Around White |
I shake uncontrollably and worry. Does it help? I do not know because you do not write to me again. If you ever wrote back to let me know what is going on with you. But I cannot make you talk to me. All I can do is listen to you pour out and subside. Which is what I think I'm starting to realize and release. |
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