The Writer's Voice
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by
Lori-Anne Malonson
Lips make me special
tasted my soul.
Clever are your words,
pulled me toward you.
Hands cause me pleasure
touch me deeply.
Strong as your sorrow
ruined everything.
Eyes bring me death
stared through me;
Blue as your spirit
haunt me forever.
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