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Aug 2014
Our hands brushed slowly

just a bit too slowly

for it to be a mistake.

And our eyes met, focused

I swear I saw your soul

and I dived into that lake.

We were dripping wet in love

soaked through to the skin

or tell me was it just fake?

Your wit, your soul shimmered

so beautiful and poisonous

a silver tinged mercury lake.
Shaded Lamp
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Shaded Lamp  Sweden
(Sweden)   
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