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Sunday, April 1, 2012

Without Sense


Without eyes
you're beautiful. 
Your smirked lips
pierce darkness. 

Without ears
you're boisterous. 
Your song
breaches soul. 

Without nose
you're exotic. 
A foreign meal
tantalizing mind. 

Without fingers
you embrace. 
Wrapped spirit
comforter. 

Without flavor
you satisfy. 
Revitalize 
a body drained. 

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