|1||Sonnet For Nichole|
|Sonnet For Nichole|
| My skin is dry, whithout blood; |
When my eyes close, I can feel your taste
The rainbow that shines in my inner eye
Feels like a black-hole of emotion.
Enraptured, dark, autumnal leaves
Fall like snowflakes ona winters night
Your hand reaches out -
It feels warm as the sun; a furnace.
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