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Lexington Poetry Month

The Last Beauty


The open fields
the song of birds
the refreshing breeze

When did you see me last
hear me last
feel me last?
Is it me

do I not excite you
does your heart not flutter
do you not feel the sensation of my touch?

When were you here last?
embracing my love
sharing my love
feeling loved.

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