linger
raze
i
can
still
smell
your
honeyed
hair
and
i
can
see
the
waves
your
body
made
dark
ripples
in
a
plush
sea
to
mark
the
place
you
sat
when
you
ran
your
fingers
through
the
unkempt
wreath
that
sheathes
my
face
like
silver
like
smoke
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what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from