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Jan 2015
I will wrap you with my heart as
small as you are -
Let you go from my brain

Kindly

remove your delicious incisors
from my breast.
Sting of salt in that open wound;
shutter that vulnerability -

no one wants to see.

I will carry you in my pocket

pressed up to that sharp bone
until I forget -
and in the cycle, wash you out.
MartinaLove
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MartinaLove
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