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so close to you
I could touch you
sense the heat of your breath
feel the strands of hair on your neck
touch the sweetness of your skin
push the pulse of your system
almost grasp you
almost be you
in only a moment
I'll be right there
my reflection
walled in glass


© Bryan McLean June 3, 2010
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