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Aug 2013
to love you
is to rid my body of all calcium

and fall limp under the
crescent of your
chin. I see how long your eyelashes
are when I look upwards

and they are so
pretty, you could not possibly
hurt me.

I hang my
bones on them, for you to water.
Sarina
Written by
Sarina  forests
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