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Mar 2015
My hair

between his fingers

Soft, golden strands

Woven sunlight

slipping through

the gaps between the digits

A

whisper

Almost impossible to hear

Words of affection

brush against my ear

Dark eyes meet

ocean eyes,

pools of love.
Sky
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Sky  26/Non-binary/that mystical place...
(26/Non-binary/that mystical place...)   
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