His thoughts are
the clasp on a silver chain,
gently fallen between
my breasts, into pendants
of last night's kisses, morning
whispers, pastel vignettes.
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the clasp on a silver chain, gently fallen between my breasts, into pendants
of last night's kisses, morning whispers, pastel vignettes.
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