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Mar 2016
Tuck your hair behind your ear
Turn your cheek to me.
Tilt your chin
Up to the East
Close your eyes
And see.

A necklace for
Your collarbone
I sweep my fingers
Round your neck.
Gentle thoughts
And heavy dreams
I must keep my heart
In check.

Breathless now
I clasp it shut
And lift my eyes
To you.
No breath in my lungs
Gives me room in my mind
To imagine the things
We could do.
The end is taken from another one of my poems.
rootsbudsflowers
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rootsbudsflowers  23/F
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