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Mania
I stare at your back, as if a portrait
hung to study.
Bare, I stroke it where it is open as
you snore.
Touch freckles and moles with stealth. There,
I shut my eyes when you wake and sneeze,
I open them again when you fall back to sleep,
Watch as your lips gather the white
sticky dregs of the night,
I wish I could taste it.
Wednesday 8th October 2014 6:54 pm
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