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Jan 2015
He walks
I walk
Near
But not warm to him
So it is time
To run
Far over
Over
This line
Over this line
And I bruise him
Too far to notice
The raw areas
Swallow his skin
I turn
Distraction to
Replace running
But eyes willing
Burning the line

But it remains
Because he is blue
Because I am blue
The line merely extending
Deepening
The pain
Him covered
In bruises
In me
The line burnt across his outside
Natasha K
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Natasha K
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   David Patrick O'C, ---, Pax and ---
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