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Jan 2018
White wine wets lips
kicking at the corners
as a smirk begins to form

Her lips part
forming words
Such sweetness he's never heard

Truthful bliss
or wistful wisps
He gathers them gently in
Written by
Kevin Williams  30/M/Perth
(30/M/Perth)   
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