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Sleep-Talking

Holding a prayer between our teeth, we slid down. Knees scraped, sand in our shoes. Across the phone line, other voices. The sound of traffic; my hips, my shoulders become highways.

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jessie-anna-h

Published: Sep 21, 2011
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