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Love makes blind.


Submitted:Sep 16, 2011    Reads: 49    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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