MONDAY'S POET
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Her

To think that this woman's at all interested
brings passion to my heart comparable only
to the warmth of her breath on my neck
during late night good-byes in her backyard.
The sweet scent that she's made of makes me
spin, as though she bathes in a bath of
flowers, wet from an early morning dew.
To see her smile is akin to seeing the red
sky of the sun setting or watching a new
mother meet her child for the first time.

- Commune Chris

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