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Jun 2012
Fingers free fall
through perfumed hair...

blending
light with shade
and
shadowed veil
ethereal
it's touch to calliused hands
yet strong
enough to bind me
here
spellbound in silence
almost daring
Not
to breath for fear
I would
in some small way
dispel
this perfect moment

free falling

without air.
Written by
DieingEmbers
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