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Jun 2016
I will navigate the crests of your body
with but a traceable touch, your breath
are my s
               t
                a
                  r
                   s, showing me the ways of
your needing. Diagrams are for lesser men,
I have travelled your anatomy by mere touch.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
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     Poetic T and Keith Wilson
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