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Nov 2016
Warmth like sunlight at night,
But you can stare and not squint.
Cells tingle beneath the weight,
Never crushed just tickled.
Breath leaves in soft waves,
That crash against rocky shores.

Ships collide,
And ships sink.
Johnnyqu33r
Written by
Johnnyqu33r  New York
(New York)   
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