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[violetdusk]

I just spent 45 minutes digging through six old notebooks looking for one thing in particular. 18 words arranged from magnets on the refrigerator that made a poem I called "The Current". I remembered it after talking to a friend about the time we sat on the kitchen floor for three hours writing naughty things out of the X-rated magnets she had. So, I found it, and realized it's not that good to begin with! 45 minutes of hard searching and I'm a little disappointed. Sigh.

The Current

Fingers
Sliding
Down
Into
Soft
Earth
Like
Silence
All
Around
Your
Arms
In
Mine
Our
Hearts
As
One