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When's the last time I told you to touch me?

do you remember not so long ago?

Forgets float like easy angels

curls, no not curls. shampooed hair rests on my arm

and......

television entertains

the......

conversationally lacking shampooed hair

I stare at the guitar resting as if it needs to rest

I play

pressing the strings, makin' 'em shake

loving

it.....damn it

I smell so good

of under worked, pampered skin

that sleeps in the nude

do you crave that walk with me? that one I said we'd take

in the mist of broken silence

of my babies hitting the ground

because I don't.

Magdalena Gudzowska