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you return my words to me with a tenderly fingered whispered verse an unrehearsed surrendering this rendering of lip and tongue and love spun with arms and eyes that know of mine from the inside ~ for you wear me with gentility kissing and opening where love eases like smoke rings capturing a spacious essence […]

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Night by Sara Teasdale

stars over snow and in the west a planet swinging below a star look for a lovely thing and you will find it it is never far it will never be far ~ When I was in college I discovered my love for poetry, not in a classroom or in a scripted anthology, but in […]

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