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  DIGITAL POETRY

Within your breath suspended


Within your breath
suspended ,

in the slow running
of the heart,

with my fingers
I touch your face.

You say: words
in a scent of banks,

of frogs
and spangly waters.


May this breath
disarrange the time,

separate your face
from it,

where one light
eternally watches by it.

LIGHT
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