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Jan 2016
Your fingers of mesmer
Trace patterns on me,
Your words are the pavement;
Your eyes are the sea

Treading in words
That flood to the brink;
Your presence, my muse
Your essence, my ink.
(The unwavering time/When you hold my gaze/Keeps minutes, sublime -/Internal caches).



All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016.
Maple Mathers
Written by
Maple Mathers  Wonderlessland
(Wonderlessland)   
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