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Desire
Corners caress the bricks
breading that familiar shape,
in which to pace fingertips,
reimagine and fall
the abode of cliché,
the same smitten desires,
plotted here in prints of feet
the way they moved,
the way they moved,
the way they moved,
nostalgic tracks swoon you low
to the floor, roused but not here.
Friday 10th April 2020 8:37 pm
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