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Dec 2013
the citrus of grapefruit stings the air
layering into the smell of shaving cream and cold morning love.
why can’t the sweetness of hindsight land on the tongue
in rhythm with the firm loving hand
brushed away while frozen by ignorance?
Written by
E G Fellenstein
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   Lior Gavra
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