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Apr 2017
I dream of her.
I shouldn't.

but my subconscious has this thing -
it doesn't listen to me.
her hips pop up under closed eyelids
I wake remembering only the feel of her skin.
Kelly Landis
Written by
Kelly Landis  Pennsylvania
   Lior Gavra
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