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May 2013
sight smile
approach lifts
close tingle
eyes sparkle
yours
fields mesh
ours
hair stands
strands brush
wills fade
lips touch
lost
forms meld
blood flows
tongues search
breath mixed
perspire
wet
we float
John Douglass
Written by
John Douglass  Boston
(Boston)   
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