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Jan 22
Salvating at the scent
of *** in the room
as you linger
in the back of my throat,
on the edges of my tongue,
and in the purse of my lips.

▪︎ mica light ▪︎
Mica Light Poetry
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Mica Light Poetry  Vancouver Island, BC
(Vancouver Island, BC)   
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