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maple and pine.
Wood against wood scraping a century of floor boards
screams in my ears as you walk through the frame.
A ghostly spectre made of skin and bone.
The words clatter from your mouth and tell me a thousand truths
in a simple meaningless refrain:
"It's nasty out there, it must have snowed a foot".
Leaning in for a kiss
the sound of your skin
against my skin
is stentorian.
I liked it.
Hey I'm not going to break this down line by line but I just wanted you to know something.
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It was your portfolio that tipped me over.
That's all.
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