Doux Présent Du Présent
D Dónall Dempsey
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Doux présent du présent
her lover's hands
the smell of
orange peel
as he enters her
the moon
throws off her clouds
as if written into the script
a falling star
she wishes this moment forever
she wears
his shirt
the smell of him
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