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Jan 2013
my nose is the pointer
as i explore your skin;
like
fingertips
on a brand new piece of paper...

the trace of skin on skin
forces breath to speed
as my lips search for their final resting place.
kara lynn bird
Written by
kara lynn bird  Boston
(Boston)   
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