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Love makes blind.
Submitted:Sep 16, 2011 Reads: 36 Comments: 8 Likes: 2
I slip on my dress.
Blue silk of the richest kind.
Cool and refreshing,
but the gown has a
tear,
I didn't notice it before I tried it on.
You brush at my cheek
with your fingertips.
Smooth and cold,
it almost makes me blind.
It is you that come to mind
when I slip on my silken dress.
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