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May 2014
i can taste your skin
although I've never had the pleasure
i've worshipped you
as an antique treasure

the wind teases me
with whiffs of your scent
savoring in this goodness
assures me this was meant

a heavenly body
laying besides mine
glistening gold
from citrus sunshsine

i can feel you here
although you are gone
never tell the secrets
which inhabit my home
Written by
ZL  F/Earth
(F/Earth)   
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