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Dec 2014
Light touches, ghostly flits over my own hands
They smile
Sun and stars they call me, kissing the back of my hand
Warm
Warm and real and safe
And they love for love's sake
Love in their gaze, in their heart
My moon, my air, my dearest
I am home.
M K
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M K  Illinois
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