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May 2020
Golden Strands
of hair glisten
like honey

Soft, solace scent
of an old home

Goose feather pillows
Blue veins disguised
inside cautious hands

Embrace me, radiate warmth
And with the utmost careful placement
of glasses on her nightstand

once again.
For Mother’s Day.
Blackenedfigs
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Blackenedfigs  27/F/Here nor there
(27/F/Here nor there)   
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   Holly D
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