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Silence in the Church

my blood is rushing
warm current
beneath her Sunday skin
pressing old habits
into the
seams of Chantilly lace.

23 Jul 10

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any ideas?
 — uncjaf

this is really really good.
i personally love it.
 — mandolyn

thanks Mandolyn!
 — uncjaf

i like it the way it is, its simple but carries so much in it
 — psychofemale