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Feb 2014
In the silent hour before dawn, you lie here with me. I turn between the sheets and you are there, looking into my eyes with no fear. Our naked legs intertwine and I am home. You pour love into my waking spirit. I whisper to you and clutch at your hand pleading as I wake from the dream. I search desperately for your skin, your pure scent.  Only your weeping shadow swallows me.
Anna
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Anna  Minneapolis
(Minneapolis)   
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