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Jul 2016


Her eyes like
feathered whispers
traced the lines
of my swirling
heart

Softly flowing on
stardust glimmers,
echoing chills
of moonlit
kisses

Enchanting touches
leaving desire’s
ripples in the
wake of our
love
Stephan
Written by
Stephan  Camp Johnson Crossing NW
(Camp Johnson Crossing NW)   
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