Pallored face and well-worn fingers
Trace a brand new body quivers
Underneath bedroom sheets
In my solitary room retreat
I cast my hand between my thighs
Bite my lip with wishful eyes
Orange dreams and velveteen
To pluck the first flowers of Spring
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