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even when all is still

You say there is a hollow in your neck
Waiting for my trellised lips
You say there is a lilt in your chest
Reaching for my flesh with every breath
Well, my love, my secret heart, my silent singsong troubadour,
Each snowflake, each crystal, each ribbon grain of my existence
Is vacuum empty without the perfect pressure of your arm
And the whiskered brandy of your breath.

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