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At 12:38am she was sharing my air.

Next to her I was still catching slight fragrant wisps of her breath.
It was an air like that of magnolia riding

the stern back of a seventy six degree wind.
We swept the fields and left the stars in heaven

baffled and tangled with jealous rage.

Ray Strickland jr. Dec.26,2002