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Feb 2013
My body burns like a furnace with you
My heart yearns below the surface without you

The way your hair smells
The way your lips rest
The way we trace each others' ghosts
with our fingers;
yours so perfect and white
They make me anxious for your next words
Your next smile
Your next embrace
for Summer
Blake Nelson
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