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in my heart i see you, scrawled across the landing of the fire escape, blowing sweet words with whispered breath like cherry-scented cigar smoke leaking, ghosts of vile carcinogens dancing, rising through screens of thin night air: a wool blanket wrapped to shield your skin from North Wisconsin winter wind, sipping a glass of Shiraz like hot chocolate to warm the soul and dull the mind, incanting a volume of Pound's poetry by the gentle gleam of the streetlight i would drive all night to see your smile the next morning, needing nothing but your touch to banish sleep from cobalt eyes: thin fingers tangled in silky strands of auburn hair, heart held between my thighs... yet i perch alone on this hillside, a lost bluebird searching for happiness in sun-dried skeletons of oak and maple and yellow-green grass blades
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