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Jan 2018
You
Your lips
My gravity
A wellspring
Forever drawing
Me nearer to thee
Time slowing
With every fraction
Of distance closer
Pulling, swirling
Woven like magic
Whispered through
Every cell
Mesmerized
By the vortex
Of you
Fumbletongue
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