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Dec 2013
I wake in the night
and find your thirsty lips against mine.
I’m blind and you are an unknown city.
My hands trail your walls, pavements, trees
and my mouth tastes your air.
You are not polluted; you are the countryside;
your fields are vast and open.
I have no sense of direction.
I am lost in you
and I see nothing but adventure.
Written by
Chelsea Chapman
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