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A very short poem.
Submitted:Feb 25, 2013 Reads: 7 Comments: 0 Likes: 0
I'm sitting near your frame.
In a millisecond, I could feed the aching.
I could trace your skin, kiss your collarbone.
I could rustle your hair, entwine our hands.
I could stroke your back, feel your warmth.
I'm sitting near your frame and I can already feel you inside my bones.
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