The Softness....
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Herbert Nehrlich
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He dreamed about it then,
and during waking hours
his thoughts would drift
into the copse of fragile trees
whence pheromones would lead
his silver pointed star
up to the dizzy heights
and there he felt at home,
supported by the softness of her flesh.
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