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Feb 2015
Ocean waters lap against the tickling edge of my toes
Warm, salty grooves on the airways
I cannot help but soak you in, great puddle
My veins too, acquire significant salinity
You and I are on the same page, balanced
Maiden moon pulling us both to dark depths of shadow
Then back up again to silver drenched shores
Our chemistry entwined, as one
The night holding such promise
Wanderer
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Wanderer  Between Midnight and 3am
(Between Midnight and 3am)   
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