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The wind picked up
and for a single
brief and delicate moment
I swore, swore,
that I could smell
your hair,
fresh from a shower
and hanging above me
like curtains
that connot quite
keep all the light
from leaking in
and warming
my face.Tumblr_lxg12j1zxw1r5dgp2o1_500_large

Dikt av Tyler Knott

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