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May 22, 2004 - A poem about Love


One day,
the wind brushed
the back of my neck,
and I thought
about you.

A sudden scent,
pleasant - making me remember.
A happiness song, moving
through lips sculpted
from saccharine kisses.

Song moving air, moving me,
a breeze sent to touch me,
that I swallowed and gulped,
in case I forgot that,
I love you.


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