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The clouds dipped low, low enough for our fingertips to touch perfume to their necks
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Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 11:12 PM UTC
Dreams.
The clouds dipped low, low enough for our fingertips to touch perfume to their necks
I dreamed this stanza, while the rest slipped.
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Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 11:12 PM UTC
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