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Dec 2015
I dreamt that we were naked.
coddled in white sun,
swathed in snow sheets

except,
only your eyes could breathe:
your body was lifeless,
only existing

in fact,
I remember your eyes the best;
lapis in ivory
crucibles in glass.
trying to make it dream-like
Written by
Merrick McTaggard  Canada
(Canada)   
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