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Listless I lie
Skin sheening dew
Hair piled high
Off the heated column
Of my neck
Eyes drifting –
That circular pathway
Over my ceiling
Murmuring hypnotic
Suggestions over my skin –
A whisper of a touch
A hint of your lips
As I sleep
Alone –
In a summer-bright room

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