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Sep 2014
Wintergreen kisses like snow melting under my tongue
and coffee stained lips full of softly paced bliss

I lost a love
but I found a new way to survive
she left a hole
but your hands revived my lungs

stitched up the broken bones and the hollowed heartbeat metronome of a solace tone
I look for sweet release
look for relief in empty bottles and piano keys
in haunted old harmonies

your fingers brought great release
spun solace into sheer laced bedrooms empty of day
faded gray clouds into melting sunsets at the end of dawn
I dawned unto you light of seven sins
of seven loves
and of seven lips locked in forever embrace of lust
Alison Satine
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Alison Satine  in the grave.
(in the grave.)   
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