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By Camelia Lissenhold Date: 2010 Feb 20 Comment on this Work [[2010.02.20.22.33.31522]] |
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The scent of coconut oil hangs in the air Rising from the sheets where our bodies played. I can still taste the white wine, the lingering amaretto Can still smell, just barely, your cigarettes. The rain starts softly outside your open door - sadly, no major thunderstorms today. The sun stands high and mute Behind gray-white sheets of cloud. The train rattles by many floors below. I open a book To break the roaring silence of my mind. |