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kiss
Hello tender feather
I bet you really took a
plug out this time
Hussling lines down the shore
Soaking wet I could hold you up with
the tip of a finger
Your last words were lingering..still..
on and on you go
gone.
A mysterious kiss upside the wall
in a deep familiar sleep i still beg you to
keep me
in that buried box where my mouth never
falters or
sounds an inch from a whisper
