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Tuesday, May 28, 2019

Climax


Sapphire nights, filled with
The piercing whistle of birds
Poison fruit in bloom

A great green garden
Un-kempt and wild, bristling
With the thorns of love

The passionate touch
Locked in each other’s embrace
Entrapped near fulfillment

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