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At Times
we lie,
noses touching
and I fill my lungs
with your sleeping breath
we nurse,
belly to belly
and your soft fingers
slowly skim my arm.
we sing,
stomping, shouting
our very own song.
and run naked through the house.
By Rohana Vercoutere
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