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May 2010
I didn’t cry
Out of self-pity, or loathing, or hurt;
I cried
Out of ******, of joy, of love.

You pressed inside,
Hands shaking
Baring teeth,
I kept my eyes open
So I could look into yours.

Tangled together,
I couldn't leave such beauty
Even after the clock struck one
I slept
Cradled to your side.

Later still
I smell you
On my skin;
I taste you
On my lips.

No one else fits me.
I can't bare to wash the feeling of you away.
Janelle Flora Viser
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Janelle Flora Viser
     Angie and D Conors
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