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Tangible


One rain-spattered afternoon

In Portland

I wander with

Vague direction down

Glistening streets

Still swelling at the lingering taste

Of dark chocolate and tangerines

Your fingers slipped onto my

Quivering tongue

Last night

(Or was it last year?)

As stars and

The promise of dreams shimmered

Far above.

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