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©2021 Michael Raven

no one kneads
these aching muscles
rubbing out the
tension years in
the making
whispering softly
in an ear silly
little sweetnesses
warmed by
burning oak
in a fireplace
single malt leather
on breath
with each kiss
hot against
my knotted neck

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