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Crushing Zinnias

The taste of her smile
The sound of her skin
The feel of her singing
and you are drunk again

Pour another glass of her
scent, crushing zinnias
into the white tablecloth staining it with
her persistent laugh.

© Jilly’s All Rights Reserved

Day 7

Posting at Poetic Asides

She & He #5

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A wild soul writing poetry.

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