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Tiny hairs on sturdy arms that I imagine blonde envision you sun-kissed without knowing why all in the dark to myself   with you finding my waist, stomach, and parts of me I didn't offer I fix hands in your hair, let them stay brush the stubble and entwine longer pieces, maybe pulling knees curling up to my chest, butterflies forming but falling away on numb nerves I force legs to unfold and outside in unclear night I look behind me more than once, embarrassed I even checked that night wasn't smoke through my fingers it was your body in my hands and then not, in the morning I tried to count what I'd lost but the only empty was the hollow of my neck
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Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 1:37 PM UTC
A Calculated Accident
Tiny hairs on sturdy arms that I imagine blonde envision you sun-kissed without knowing why all in the dark to myself   with you finding my waist, stomach, and parts of me I didn't offer I fix hands in your hair, let them stay brush the stubble and entwine longer pieces, maybe pulling knees curling up to my chest, butterflies forming but falling away on numb nerves I force legs to unfold and outside in unclear night I look behind me more than once, embarrassed I even checked that night wasn't smoke through my fingers it was your body in my hands and then not, in the morning I tried to count what I'd lost but the only empty was the hollow of my neck
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Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 1:37 PM UTC
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