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Lie with me in the forest,
beneath the ancient myrtles who’ve witnessed
countless other lovers
entwined
limbs wrapping, hands grasping, lips locking,
embracing in the cool sweet air.
Remembering what it is
to become one.
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Heather Kinnane
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