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Mar 2016
The swirl of the ceiling fan
Could not stir
The vapours with which you
Enshrouded me

The gossamer which concealed
And revealed you
Dusky pink over your darker skin
Flowing yet still

Like your soul
Written by
RedCosmonaut
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