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Edited by
s1owhand
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Sat 02/05/11 06:09 PM
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On the black and white pavement
Scuff marks, a scratch, a dusting Feel her surface roughness I bend to her with ten fingertips Lips touch down gently This is my road The walk before my childhood home Scent of durable worn cement mixes with dirt In my cut grass memory The gentle texture against my lips Which invaded me Makes me smile once again Wistful and wicked (inspired by TwilightsTwin's poem "1") |
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Love it
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Fantastic..
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