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Amazing, curve of an arm, wave of a hand speed breaking over the stretch marks on lower back feeling the lines like the habit of taking corners of clothes and sheets pressing in between the gaps of two fingers, a pleasure no one else ever even sees. Wrap of an arm, making the back and front the ancient interior China, the arm, the great wall of China, protecting from sadness and occasional loneliness. Curve of the legs fitting the other like they were two rods under thermal stress. The vastness of the *** comforting the lack of it on most days, when my body hair is as natural to you as blinking, I miss how two bodies become void In the shape of night’s silence, the arc
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May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 1:17 AM UTC
The Arc
Amazing, curve of an arm, wave of a hand speed breaking over the stretch marks on lower back feeling the lines like the habit of taking corners of clothes and sheets pressing in between the gaps of two fingers, a pleasure no one else ever even sees. Wrap of an arm, making the back and front the ancient interior China, the arm, the great wall of China, protecting from sadness and occasional loneliness. Curve of the legs fitting the other like they were two rods under thermal stress. The vastness of the *** comforting the lack of it on most days, when my body hair is as natural to you as blinking, I miss how two bodies become void In the shape of night’s silence, the arc
Written for not being able to just lie down, wrap and sleep with people anymore
arihant
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May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 1:17 AM UTC
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