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Apr 2010
we

we di

we did walk

step
step
step
step
;stutter
(stop
in that) garden

verdant lush
withers thus
our kissing
i's
play soft fingers (over)
thighs:
all aquiver

darkness longs to touch
(obsidian sheet
hangs off petals)

;you
PK Wakefield
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PK Wakefield
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