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Jul 2020
It sloughs my skin,
that unknown distance
it takes to reach
my end in sleep.
Your closed eyes
and carmine lips
formed into a smile
a trait that Iā€™d
surrender into
as often as
your smiles endure
my transcendence
of bone and muscle
Written by
Ron
33
   Colm
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