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Oct 2011
night is the time you come to me,
whispering me in the dark

your feather breath sings
moonlight and stardust,
sacred places of my youth

i breathe you in,
exhale you onto the page

your ink stains my fingers
as i write you into my heart

intoxicating wine upon my lips you are
one taste, just one taste more
Bruised Orange
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Bruised Orange  United States
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