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Dec 2017
she traced her fingertips,
along the frosted window;
soft gasps danced between mouths.

supple lips brush, sweep,
tenderness is exchanged;
in laps, for innocence in waves.

sheeps clothing, stiffined;
the frost embedded in its weaving.
bodies manifesting steam,
as alchemists.

mn.
11:30pm. 10/15/17
Calista Holden
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Calista Holden
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     Medusa and John Michael Biely
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