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Mar 2017
As I sat with you,
I felt the warmth pierce my core.
The heat embraced me.
Electrical currents being charged.
Pulsing, jumping, intensifying.
Top layers burned slightly,
Though lavender can heal that.

Soothed beneath, tensions released.
Patience for the next round.
The next touch of your fire.
I must be nearer the sun.
Seher Seven
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