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Oct 2013
hot salty teardrops
your red raw lips barely trace
waking flesh in stone

unspoken soft words
die upon hot breath exhaled
ghosting chill air fogs

wind in twisted pines
alone yet free soft whispers
carry me away

alone..



alone...




ALONE....
Marti
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