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Nov 2012
our tongues were
postponed
                                   in ecstasy
and now i
can
feel the tension
mold
around the warm glow of your breath

the tremor of my body is born
in my heart and etched in cold swingsets.
david badgerow
Written by
david badgerow  29/M/Florida
(29/M/Florida)   
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