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- When you wake the
morning
- red headed children
shimmer in your eyes.
- The veinous map
- of sun drenched
eyelids
- flutters
- throbbing topography.
- Your muscles ripple.
- Scared animals burrow
- under your dewey
skin.
- Frozen light
sculptures
- where wrinkles dwell.
- Embroidered shades,
- in thick-maned
tapestry.
- Your lips depart in
scarlet,
- flesh to withering
flesh,
- and breath in curved
tranquility
- escapes the flaring
nostrils.
- Your warmth invades
my sweat,
- your lips leave skin
regards
- on my humidity.
- Eyelashes clash.
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