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Nov 2014
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Skin flushed with dew
Blood racing to beat the scattered mind
Nails scoring fresh paths
That on later nights quieted by our breathing
Tender whispers will follow
No longer lost
Yet not found.
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Smallquestionsasked  Toronto
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