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Jan 2022
I have touched an angels unfettered wings.
No face by divination is as heavenly as hers.
Her body is a sacred temple my hands cusped  
I drink in her beauty.
Of mud and clay my love burns like a metal lamp filled with camphor oil.
She is my center.
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