the Fitzroy Flasher

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Back to me

September 4, 2015

I saw her lips

And reached out 

To trace them

But I couldn’t 

Stretch that far:

It was just 


Not like I could

Kiss them,

Here, in real time.

I closed my eyes

To feel her

Firm hands

Tracing me

Reaching mine.

And she was 

Dreamt right

Back to me.

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