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Mar
12

again

Again,

I find myself

Haunted

By memories

Of her-

Skin

So soft,

And

Hair like silk,

Between my fingers,

As I inhale

Her

Into

My lungs

And memory.

The smell

Of her,

So permanent

After all this time,

As so many things

Fade

From memory.

The taste of her,

Forever

On the tip of my tongue,

And

Always

Within reach

Of memory,

Haunts me

Sweetly.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

March 31, 2012

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