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Dec 2012
Lying in bed she feels his touch
                                            in the crook of her waist
A heavy arm in the space between
                                            her ribcage
                                                   and hip bone.
She feels his hand,
                     gently on her shoulder,
                                             with fingers encasing her rotary cup.
She feels the weighty rise and fall
                                                   of his
                                                             b
                                                                 r
                                                                    e
                                                                       a
                                                                           t
                                                                              h
                                                                                  sooth her back to sleep.
She feels it all,
                       but, upon turning,
                                                      finds nothing but apathetic sheets.
Harlow
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