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Jan 2013
Oh the words evade me
Like snowflakes that melt at my touch
So many to grab
And yet they won't ever find my palm
Or my lips
And so I spin in circles
Open mouthed
Waiting for that moment
When I taste the labor or the clouds
And the way you make me feel
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   August and Elizabeth Paxton
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