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Oct 2017
I am absorbed in your eyes
feeling absolved from past sins.
The fire that arises from your skin
sets absurdity ablaze.
Now I dash into your arms
crashing ancient fears.
Your kisses, fresh drops of rain ,
wash away the dust of disdain.
Your breath, wind of hope ,
soft, sweet, slightly pink,
wraps my wounded soul
like a gauze
woven by your voice.
Ivy Archer
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Ivy Archer  Argentina
(Argentina)   
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