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Jun 2017
In our breath
Closer than our couch
Humming
With electricity
Outside too
But remember not so far
Close
So we want to cover up.
Near and intimate
Knowing every thought
Not a stalker!
Haha! Not!
Closer still
Sensing every sense
Smells our skin
Soft and calloused there
Hovering
Infusing
Indwelling
I'm denying.
Written by
Matrona
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