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His Blue Period
His Blue Period.
Her breath smells of the peppermint
tea, that we had drunk earlier,
when I tilt her chin to the light
on this late summer afternoon.
She smiles and her eyes come alight
with warmth that breathes into the room
from the open patio doors
that lead out into the garden.
I paid earlier, as we talked
and she said she could only stay
for two hours as she had to go
and pi...
Wednesday 12th February 2014 4:55 pm
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