the air perspires
adherent to skin
as oily tentacles of years
drip memories
I lick salt from parch-ed lips
Image: Edouard Boubat
the air perspires
adherent to skin
as oily tentacles of years
drip memories
I lick salt from parch-ed lips
Image: Edouard Boubat
Insights from "Inside" 
This speaks to me..and of me. wow..great poem.
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Thank you Anthony!
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Simply superb 👏
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Thank you!
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Woah!
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