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A candle flutters by the bed A sigh of smoke and breath of red It flashes shadows on her breast A silver screen of her, undressed
I feel her breath upon my tongue And cheekbones rosy on my thumb The candle sets much like the sun And smoke whisps fly to greet the moon. We send them off with stifled moans.
9:17 AM
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