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Feb 2012
tickled pink or tickled red,
lay me on the desk and read me like a novel
spike my coffee with your lips
and the tips
of your fingers on
the small of my back
where you can trace the words that no one can hear
but only I can feel
sinking into my skin
like raven words fluttering onto paper.
Kate W
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