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Dec 2011
Your body heat,
your hair tickling my face,
the hot air from your opened mouth on my forehead,
the small sighs of relief that came every now and then,
those random kisses and embraces that you seemed to do in your sleep.
I stayed awake for all of them.
Eric Guitian
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Eric Guitian  Miami
(Miami)   
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