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Dec 2014
I miss your wrists;
and the way they unhinge
at the cliff edge of my shoulders.
I miss standing breath to breath,
close enough to feel your heart
making music against my chest.
Written by
Emmy  chicago
       E M Rubey, ---, AussiAir, Nicholas, Emisen and 17 others
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