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Jun 2017
Our lips are matches
that, struck against each other,
blaze up
brighter than the lights of your city;
brighter than the desert sun, and
I don't want the fire to go out.
So press your lips against mine again.
Strike the match
Let's see how brightly we burn.
©Renée Casey June 2017
Renée C
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Renée C  31/F/Texas
(31/F/Texas)   
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