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His Kiss (for a friend)
It wakes
Just past the horizon
And I
Listen
For the light
With the flowers
Skin aching
With
Dew
My chest
Fills
With air
Liquid wonder
It moves
A bit
More
And
I am blinded
By crimson
Gold
Fire
He takes me
And I am
Penetrated
By
The heat
Of
A thousand
Pins
Each love
Me
One
Second
It is over
I am
New
The Dawn.
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