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Nov 2011
My warm hands wander
'round your collar and down,
******* each buttoned button,
over crisp cuffs.

The edge of cotton white
at the slide of your neck.
One curved ear draws my fingers
into your hair...

My mind is gone.
You are my body,
                         my bias,
                                   my best.
Nancy Katherine
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Nancy Katherine
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   --- and K Balachandran
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