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Aug 2014
I love the way you’re feeling
on me, and everywhere
a winter cold frostbite
playing kisses
in my eyes
instead of this nothing.

I reason your name.

Its’ an argument
about beauty.

It’s silvery fists
of power.

It’s nowhere’s map
A blue page torn
from my fingers

I know you.
Kylin Luna
Written by
Kylin Luna  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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