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In the lightless night
I would still know you
by your scent
your voice
the gentle weight of your gait
in the living room
by the feel of your finger tips
silk on my shoulders
the curtain of your hair
and the taste of your kiss…
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8/30/24
About the Creator
Justin Keeling
A systems thinker dedicated to the task of disillusioning and reconciling a fragmented world through art, design, music, and story.
I sing for the dryads who spring through city sidewalks.
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