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May 2016
The length of my fingers
touch
my face
Imagining you
listening to the sound of
your soul against mine
moving in rhythmic time

Weaknesses rise
through this frame
along with the night

Losing myself to this dream
inside again.
Michelle Morine
Written by
Michelle Morine  43/F/Nevada
(43/F/Nevada)   
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