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Feb 2016
I wanted
    yes, so much
firey whispers
to glow in the black
I wanted
         yes, so wide
my skin under
  your burning
lips to brand me
as the night kissed dawn
I wanted
         Yes, so deeply
    to breathe in the wisps
of this new softness
   as you coaxed out mine
like a shy snail
Now the night
        comforts
as tears do flow
stain cheeks
as I strain to retain
             lost words
promises not kept
yet not quite made
so what was I expecting
perhaps
Magic
Lora Lee
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Lora Lee
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