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Dec 2010
and when the love lingered down my arms
a sly permanent touch is always whispering
and whimpering
judging every last drop
of everything given to my body

walking out the front door on the first day of winter
getting slapped by that unexpected wind
eyes squinted
goosebumps fleeting
I rub my arms and think about you
as I exhale smoke
and with that memories of you from last summer
midnight prague
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midnight prague
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