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Hunting Lions

Poetry for your heart not for your head.

Monday, March 14, 2005

Lovely Lips

Impossibly faced
like the gray shadows
of my eyes
now known
not hiding

whispers of acceptance
from you through me
lovely lips

worth to my soul
given back to me
grounded in ritual
Posted by huntinglions at 7:00 PM

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