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Nov 2015
He holds me
And tells me I smell of the sea
Like new birth, and death, and decay
That my hair is tangled with enemy flames
He tells me my body is an abandoned war
and the forgotten weapons pierce him

When his lips meet mine
Our teeth clash and spark like gunfire
He tells me my tongue tastes of blood
and my breath fills him with ash
but he presses closer all the same
Written by
Belle Labette
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