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Mar 2015
Can you not feel my happy mouth speak?
Reach with your fingertips.  Seek!

Until all the world falls into exquisite darkness
You will remain my spark.

The velvety richness of you next to me
Is like trying to fill a thimble with the deep blue sea.

It is too much.
S R Mats
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S R Mats  F/Houston, TX
(F/Houston, TX)   
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