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Irrelevancy

I don’t know in which part of the      
“my-slim-ankles-on-your-shoulders,      
your-strong-hands-under-my-ass,”      
conversation to insert      
the unimportant matter      
that I have loved you      
since before the heavens      
and earth fell from each other;      
and I will still  
long for the taste of  
myself  
on your lips,      
when the world is      
a faded dream in the ether,      
and I am but a ghost  
on its surface.  
Written by Betty
Published | Edited 15th May 2012
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