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I slid my finger down the glass
the tangibility of frost, mesmerised me
I held the icy orb to my neck
found the pulse, like your kisses once did
I sat stilled, lost in memory
and the taste of you
The night was young,
I was alone
so I ordered another margarita,
for two.
a dawn bird
A Shared Space 
O wow, sigh 🙂 beautifully written.
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Thank you!
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Pleasure’s mine.
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