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Jul 2012
Your eyes remind my of the winter sky.
Swirls of silver in the darkest of blues.

I get lost and wander slowly.  

I lay my head on your chest, and with each breathe
I feel your waves swell and fall, and I allow myself
to get swept away in your current.
Kirsten Christine
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