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 May 2013 Eden Waldron
hello
I like to keep my fan
on at night and
when I get goosebumps
from being cold
I'll think of you
stroking your fingers
down my back
I have memorized they way
Your nails softly scratch
The way your delicate fingers
Trace all the bones
And the way your hands
Rub across my skin
I've noticed that we never say
Anything in these moments
We're saying enough by
Touching
My eyes can whisper
"I love you so much"
And my legs can
wrap around you
singing our song
With a million soft touches
We've forgotten what words are
And how to formulate sentences
I don't mind though
And all this rain
has me wanting
something new.

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