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[bodytext] => Her brown curls leave whip kisses stinging across my back...and my love She presses my hand to her breast and then to the cuts Her eyes like salt and warm breath, drawn out death. I miss you. Tied by my fingers and toes to the grass warm, gentle sun across his hands his hands across hers and my heart in acid. Do i really miss her. or only the way she made me feel [comments] => 2 [counter] => 159 [topic] => 43 [informant] => lapse [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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