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May 2015
The eyes that roved across her skin at altitude where the air was thin and still she would not let him in
and still he waited to begin,
a simmering
a gentle heat where bodies meet,
exchange complete and
melt away,
the night meets day
sometimes.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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