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Oct 2010
My head falls
to the pillow

and I
breath in,
your soap
Even in the night's dew.

it's all imagined.

you're not here.
we decided that
long ago
(or rather, i did).

We hugged this morning.
Breathing, as innocent as
the first.

The bee hung about our heads.
The only one who saw such an embrace.

a stolen moment
where our hands locked,
not intended
(like before),
only meant to bring you forward.

We were going to explore.
Written by
Jasmine Paisley
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