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the sky is keening grief is heavy and clings to me i am humid and slow my mother kisses me and there is desperation in her movements i come up to the precipice and cry a hymn throwing it against the vaster loneliness that is pushing its fingers through my mouth - i bit a hole in my own skin the walls and land pilfer what leaks out i cannot touch anything for fear it will drag too much from my body at least i will never forget how i have travelled - i turn in the sunlight blinded arched against the warmth joy glints sharp draws as much blood i am waiting i am kept dull barely open the brush of a sound will tear me from here
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Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 8:28 PM UTC
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the sky is keening grief is heavy and clings to me i am humid and slow my mother kisses me and there is desperation in her movements i come up to the precipice and cry a hymn throwing it against the vaster loneliness that is pushing its fingers through my mouth - i bit a hole in my own skin the walls and land pilfer what leaks out i cannot touch anything for fear it will drag too much from my body at least i will never forget how i have travelled - i turn in the sunlight blinded arched against the warmth joy glints sharp draws as much blood i am waiting i am kept dull barely open the brush of a sound will tear me from here
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beth-winters
Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 8:28 PM UTC
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