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Jul 2013
When the drapes of our innocence shed
and the warm hands dance along each different pattern of skin
connected with every touch
will the reception fade?
and the screen turn to black,
after all is said and done?
in the end you undress one another
yet only come to re-clothe yourself.
Cera
Written by
Cera  in my mind.
(in my mind.)   
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   MITCHELL
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