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Jan 2021
The way your acoustic fingers
drum over my skin;
I'm slick with your rhythm.
My heart beats a steady chord
in harmony with your sway,
our hips like reeds moving
swiftly with the wind
to the penultimate crescendo.
Β©Isobel G.     30.01.2021
Isobel G
Written by
Isobel G  25/F/Australia
(25/F/Australia)   
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