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g a l l e r i e s
THIS MORNING
I cried this morning, if but briefly.
I don't think he saw.
Words rolled off his sweet warm tongue,
Capturing my heart and making me smile.
Now, hours later, his scent still permeates my clothes.
The taste of his mouth still on my lips.
I can feel him.
I want him here to caress, to hold, to touch.
I cry again.
Happiness is truly mine.
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