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Feb 2016
Her body was motionless
and her face was supple and sweet
she was warm and tender

Sleep.....

My lips, close, yet not quite touching
a whisper, my hand softly embracing her body
her hands and mine....

Sleep... a soft embrace....
The Revolutionist
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The Revolutionist  Chicago, Illinois
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