Presence
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Swoon
Even the lightest breeze of His breath Upon her neck She would swoon And melt like ice-cream on the floor.
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Seeing Clouds, Seeing Crumbs
I see bleached dry bones; picked clean by wild dogs the valley echoes with their howls
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