Odessa of the Lovers

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She lay beneath covers
Feeling the softness
Soaking up heat
Against her frozen feet
Icy fingertips
You slid into the covers
Smiled at her wryly
“forever”
She knew you never quite
Ever touched her
They were always apart
A force in between
You gave up then
“Move on”
She smiles wry now
“How”
You knew
They were so different,
so exquisite;
there had to be some of that beauty
scattered making
others, just like them.

a.l. wonderland aka m. lawrence

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