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Friday, February 14, 2014
NIGHT POEM
some nights
fingers
faltering circles on
my chest
breathing
changing
rhythmic
flicker of dreaming eyelids
her skin
are all the sleep I need
MORNING POEM
There
smiling open
lovely brown eyes.
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