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Sep 2016
I ******* over your thoughts as
they were ****** to my senses.

Every time you touched it with your
finger, I felt my nib leak onto the white.

You were so wet that I smeared it, the
words were so damp yet fresh.

I ******* over your thoughts and
I was satisfied with what I had read.
Poetic T
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