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The words rebel
from silence
marching down
to willing fingertips
drawing maps
to places
that send no invitations.
And I await you there.
Comfort crawls
within my veins,
pumping fast
adrenaline---
rushing thoughts
like waves crashing
steady against
your buried shores.
Rating:  [5 of 5 Flaming Jalapenos!] |
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