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A Crumpled Duvet

A crumpled duvet still remains

To mark the place where we have lain

A perfumed pillow hints of hair

That darkly curls on shoulders bare

Champagne corks that popped and flew

Quietly toast the ghost of you

A chocolate wrapper folded lies

Where once I lay between your thighs

Tossed aside a silken gown

That wrapped brown limbs as soft as down

 But where’s the mirror’s soft reflection

Of love that soared to reach perfection?

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