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Oct 2014
I am standing a foot away.

You are blind.

My fingers trace down your waist.

You can’t feel.

I sing you a song.

You are deaf.

My soft breath reaches your face.

You can’t smell.

I dance across your tongue.

And you don’t taste me.
Mikaelyn White
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Mikaelyn White  In a city that once WAS
(In a city that once WAS)   
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   Juneau
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