Kristen de Kline #202 The third degree

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when you wake me up, early
your rogue arm captures my torso
the smell of rain, outside
lazy kisses dance down

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it's in the mid morning
after I've pulverized the coffee beans
with the spice stick
that's when I feel it the most:
swinging through the smoke
your absence
those light bulbs
swaying at the Old Duck

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put me on the witness stand
fire up your red dictionary
gobble up the alphabet
give me the third degree
how does it taste
was it love
did it hurt

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