Pecan Shells, And Moss...
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Eric Cockrell
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i love each of you...
in dark and mysterious ways,
that are only being and breath,
pecan shells, and moss.
the tongue of the heart,
speaks only the language of silence,
and tastes the raw dirt
beneath your fingernails!
the stray cat whispered tonight,
and infinity undressed.
a simple touch, both real and shared
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