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Dec 2015
Oh how I want you to forget
forget that day
and meet me Thursday noon

-our place, room thirty-three-

there again
allow my skin to collapse over your skin
and wrap my final breaths
around your fingertips

Oh how I want to breathe you whole
entirely from within
until your skin becomes my skin

Thursday noon
the inn, room thirty-three
do cause my final breath
I am not afraid
lluvia de abril
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lluvia de abril
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