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Dec 2012
Your image flows through my eyes, pours into my head, runs down my neck and fills up my chest

seeps down into my stomach, tingling

warm

light

and after a while it evaporates, leaving a dull ache.
Written by
Kaysha Dorsey  Aix-en-Provence, France
(Aix-en-Provence, France)   
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