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Sep 2018
You're like the tattered tissues
I left in the pocket
Of my favourite winter sweater
I threw you in
To tumble around
With my other ***** winter laundry
It's spring now
And I'm still picking pieces of you
From parts of me I thought you'd never
Touched
Held
Stroked
Caressed
I wish I never put you in my pockets
But i needed you then
Moon Nectar
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   Pearl B
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