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the sun is setting
and soft light spills in
to rest in the cup
of your cheekbones
like my breath fills the dip in your collar
overflowing and rolling like fog
over the early-morning meadow of your chest
so that i have to kiss
down your ribs
and rest my lips on your navel
to breathe it all in
to keep it from rising into the room
and blocking out the stars
and soft light spills in
to rest in the cup
of your cheekbones
like my breath fills the dip in your collar
overflowing and rolling like fog
over the early-morning meadow of your chest
so that i have to kiss
down your ribs
and rest my lips on your navel
to breathe it all in
to keep it from rising into the room
and blocking out the stars
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