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May 2017
Night

The night creeps.
The locusts buzz.
A fog seeps
in the humid air.

The night sighs.
A gentle wind teases.
Crickets rub thighs
while moonbeams breathe.

The night relates.
Blankets houses.
Hard hearts are softened.
My senses are aroused.ο»Ώ


Samantha M. Whitman
Sept 1, 2014
wordvango
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