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Chelsea Miller May 2015
Flowers lay between my toes

as they curl and contort to the sound of my harp

I die in the arms of a thousands females

cradling us like mothers milk

he grounds me to the surface of my lungs

as I breath in the truth of what our love life has become

I am reminded of the sun

— The End —