She And I
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James McLain
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Sometimes I am,
what
she thinks we
sometimes are.
One curve is like
her bottom lip.
The other rolls
along
the hidden side.
Inside out
the open sky.
The color
of her eyes.
Smaller than
one drop of dew.
When honey's
dripping out.
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