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Daisy Chains
by Maria Stefani

 

Breathe in my open mouth
Lay your hands on my chest

Like when we were kids making daisy chains

Summer breeze, put us to rest

Your fingers hold back my hair

To thread my hair in fragile flowers
Or to press your fingers into my still pulse

Always in vain you were

Back when you picked the best flowers to sit atop your head

And now with your fingers down my throat



 

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