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Dec 2016
Moisture permeates the air, a wet haze.
Stillness with anticipation, or tension.
Fresh air containing an aroma.
Natural and earthly,
Like giving into original temptation.

Through the fog she awaits my consumption.
Her taste lovely, like if love had a flavor.
An oozing box of sweet glaze, stands within a wet haze.
The Napkin Poet
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The Napkin Poet  20/Philadelphia, PA
(20/Philadelphia, PA)   
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   --- and Doug Potter
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