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Liquid
She gives me such peace
with the touch of her words,
golden curls of simple care calm worried air.
She is warm,
like a summer moon,
the gaze of an angel, smiling
with rays of love
that swim and prickle
at the base of your spine.
She is divine,
and human.
Distant,
and part of every cell.
She is my love,
my peace,
my mate,
my soul.
I am liquid, and she flows in me.
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