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Apr 2018
****** my mind
And undress me with your voice,
Lips so close
I taste your words,
Salty mutterings of a former sailor
***** words I drink with hasty thirst,
The bitter sweet sting of brackish waters,
Kiss me gentle,
But always with promise
That your soft ripples can not last
Beth Richter
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