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For my wife (Free verse) by INTRANSIT

She holds me like a soft summer breeze and kisses me with a doves wing. And when we make love we hold hands and become a placid pool.

Jill Stockinger 28-Dec-20/5:18 PM
dove's wing needs an apostrophe




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