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Dec 2015
We touch in those warm, dark places
with long reach and deep texture
our bodies make original artwork
as we pantomime what cannot be said
I have lost myself inside you
in eyes and thighs, wise and wide
my life and death can be found where
we touch in those warm, dark places.
Laughing Wolf
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Laughing Wolf
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   Mike Essig
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