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m daly Jan 2019
was your touch as sacred
as i made it
seem
or just the pieces
of a teenage dream
m daly Jan 2019
try to
rearrange the stars
like the furniture
in the room
that used to be

ours
m daly Jan 2019
c.
astonishingly
nervous
for lips tasting
of cheap wine

do i scare you?

you touch me like
the slightest misstep, could
break me

is this
tenderness, or
fear?
m daly Jan 2019
p.
you,
platonic *******
entangled in your own
heartstrings
you wear your melancholy
like a willful
straitjacket

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