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Carol DeCanio

His kisses run
along the edge
beginning to end
following the path
of scalpel

the exact place
where death agreed
to take only a piece

his kisses on the gambit
nuzzles along the rim, this man
30 years past the stitching
40 years after my life
finally rushes to begin


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