Lavender and Leather
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Complete: Sixteen short poems if you like interesting words or if you just like to think about love, lust and operating on your exes in a surgery hall. Don't worry - it's just a metaphor. So:
Let's disappear together
In the universe you're making;
In the lavender and leather,
With a casual forsaking.
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#5 in Rhythm (11/2)
#25 in Poetry (10/25)
#26 in Poem (11/7)
#29 in Words (11/7)
#31 in Poems (11/3)
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