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May 2017
You gallivant across my being
Fingertips, whispers in the dawn
Loose ends on the bed, in my mouth, my head
To converse is too vague, lacking the intimacy of the moment
Circling in ominous designs
Incasing the thoughts of hazy wonderment
Curiosity of  what is the now
Ravishing the silence that keeps it here
Victoria Rose
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Victoria Rose
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