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Oct 2012
They turned the lights out
on us again
they turned the lights out
so pull me in
your pool of candle light
we’ll find
firelight’s hotter
than the halogen kind
that’s cold like window’s
panes of glass
we’ll mist them up
with our breath’s caress
ghosting across
my hands.
Isoindoline
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Isoindoline
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