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Jul 2018
There is some kind of soft magic
in the way your hands glide
across my skin, half knowing,
and half discovering,
deciphering,
decoding all that I am.
The way you go straight to the heart
of the matter, yet in doing so,
you're perpetually awed both by
your new findings and by the
remnants of stardust you left
behind, last time.
Payton Hayes
Written by
Payton Hayes  Oklahoma City
(Oklahoma City)   
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     Bree, --- and Hannah Marze
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