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Nov 2010
listen to the curtains in their dust;
could pull the strings anytime
and reveal that predictable sun,
but I’d rather bathe in darkness,
melting into your rare warmth,
in the silence of our knowledge
and the comfort of our skin,
with the finishing touches on our lips,
welcomed shadows deliver us to bliss.
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