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Unlaced

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The great divide that is the space

between our hearts will come unlaced

and puddle softly at our feet

.

By morning’s mist I’ll taste your bloom

and through the heat of afternoon

we’ll tie each other in the sheets

.

When evening spills your musky scent

into my mouth, I shall relent

and scream ‘I love you’ in repeat

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