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Apr 2023
My breast had been your pillow
my body became your bed
You lay yourself down upon me
and dreamt yourself inside my head
You slept a million moons with me
we swept and swayed your soul to rest
Beneath the quilted cover of my skin
upon the mattress of my chest
Only to wake and find beside me
the creases where your body laid
And in your eyes the empty sheets
where my heart was left unmade
My Dear Poet
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My Dear Poet  M/Bottom of the Jar
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