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Oct 2011
Perfectly touched, intimacy here in this very room you could never wait to rush into, lit only by candles, wrapped up in our winter blanket.
Several glasses of wine to go, and story after story by midnight.
Touch after touch...
Never laughed without thoughts of tomorrow...
I could never lit my cigarettes without flashes of the fire in your eyes burning our nights away...
It's your perfume merging with the scent of the pine walls that always brought me here...
Bed and sheet you could always fall into...

I felt safe here with my fingers running through your hair...
Through the homesickness on your face...
Mere as it was yet deeply comforting...
The only thing that lingered on without your presence...
Galman Frederick Ferguson
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   Sajini Israel
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