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Aug 2016
I feel the fuzzied heat of your wine laced breath through the miles

Hair on the back of my neck, aware, ripples goose flesh over sensitive skin

Fingertips itch to ease the ache in the knotted place between your smoke soaked lungs

Give me a chance...
Wanderer
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Wanderer  Between Midnight and 3am
(Between Midnight and 3am)   
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