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Sep 2015
it’s a soft touch
on your lips
and rolls gently
down your
tongue

and your mildew breath sits
in a soft glow
in the pockets
of your cheeks

o, this morning
has been cold

and im shaking
but filled softly with life
Written by
tommy  ny
(ny)   
490
   Maple Mathers
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