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Sep 2012
her soft skin shadows under lace
life traveling through telephone wires
their songs echo from worlds away
after toast and jam she ascends into the rain
i sit and wait for an answer
i watch
she makes small oceans on the bathroom tile
the soft rose towel a cape
wet curls hang loosely beneath her chin
and a drop of water above raw lips
eyes like a geode
Kate Louise
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