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Feb 2013
fingertip strands spread
like a flower gulping
embers delicately held

tight in lingered lips.
Sticking between folds
hands warm as honey

trap the air in
and through
touch and kiss.

These kids remain
forever stuck with
golden memories.
Conor Letham
Written by
Conor Letham  West Midlands, UK
(West Midlands, UK)   
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