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 Feb 2018 martin
Marsha Singh
The Aftermath
 Feb 2018 martin
Marsha Singh
The Aftermath
Red-cheeked,
hair freed,
closed blinds –
supine and un-
done, heart like
a warm gun.
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 Feb 2018 martin
Marsha Singh
Euphony
 Feb 2018 martin
Marsha Singh
Euphony
I love how we
sound together –
your crackle of
laughter up the chimes
of my spine, and the
hush hush hush of
my satisfied mind.
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