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Jun 2016
Your bed, the world
we tumble across all four corners
show me unchartered regions,
hidden treasures,
your wilderness.
I get lost, gazing at your navel.
You find me.
hands at the back of my head
draw me to your face,
mouth, eyes...
Delirious,
lost again.
Tell my folks I loved them.
Tell them to
call off the search
Christopher R May
Written by
Christopher R May  40/M/Sydney
(40/M/Sydney)   
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   R M, Elizabeth J and Mark Parker
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