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May 2017
A soft caress of a palm glide,
A kiss for each temple,
A wispy sigh.

The bugs drink my blood like wine
As I bathe in that moment,
Crystallized in time.
Yggy
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Yggy  M/Tennessee
(M/Tennessee)   
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