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Sunday, 20 October 2013

Breathing

In extremis
Lust after your voice
Urge, for the flower
Of your written words

Sunk by the thought of your smile

Sallied forth into that nightmare
Of your dancers breath lost 
Becoming clearly absent
From nowhere at all


Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust
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