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Jan 2018
Facing
catching breath
with sudden skinΒ Β 
hands pull in
never close enough
with lips unclosed
not unclothed
we shouldn't
but we could
oh how we would
and why?
for who we were
there
see that foggy window
long gone now
where behind
our shut eyes
we warm belied
the leather cold
A sweet, chilly memory from a time before
Liz Humphrey
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