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Dec 2024
Evidence of absence
Does not mean
Absence of evidence

In the field

The gentle breeze
Blows the leaves
On the trees, they move

Lying on the blanket

Your touch, goosebumps
Appear on my bare skin
Branches rustle overhead

Now, alone

Even the thought of you
Can create the evidence
Of the heat of our passion
S R Mats
Written by
S R Mats  F/Houston, TX
(F/Houston, TX)   
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   Jeremy Betts
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