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Clothed (Free verse) by D. $ Fontera This ode to nakedness
Runs off my back
And into your tapestry
Where colors flow again
Like your shadowed locks
And your skin
It seldom floats
Your reflection for
Oil on water makes
No difference to me
But if the clothes
Of your inflection show
I'll never be alone again
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