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Those Empty Hours
those are those
when we want to make love
and yet we
do not dare touching each other
when our elbows
touch and then when our
skins start to have
shivers
like a very cold night
that spreads itself on the top
of old and shiny
wooden floors
poem
by
Ric S. Bastasa
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