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  Jan 2015 Saoirse
a wildfire
I no longer remember
the number of freckles on your shoulders
the shape and place of every mole.
I no longer remember
your lips in longing
or *** twice in one day.
I no longer remember
my soul
bound by nothing
lying awake alone
eyes closed tightly on an
ice cold January morning.
Saoirse Oct 2014
My eyes widen
I want to sweat you out of my skin
I dance
I talk
I do it to forget you

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