Strands, one too many
United, in a brief clutch
Of your playful fingers
Stray, to places unseen
Scatter, as you withdraw
Bones, of my twin shoulders
Hunch, in the crushing hold
Of your powerful arms
Drawing, them nearer
Fall, in the deepness
Pointed, and rugged my nose
Inhales, the sweet scent
Of your weak ears
Holds, the one moment that
Grasps, the magic of closing
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