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Jan 2012 · 756
Pretense
Devanne Jan 2012
Pretense
Our bodies moved in
the way the leaves converse
when the wind runs past
a little too quickly.

The salt of sweat
and the scent of warm skin.
Breaths heavy with
      Mistrust.
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