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Jul 2015
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and here i am
back again
thinking of his hands.
a rush,
a shiver,
i know what this means.
i only take what i can
stand.

his tongue moves
in ways,
a bend.
i can feel him in my
bones.

its been hours
and I'm still here
wondering if he is my
home.
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