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Dec 2015
we set each other on fire.
melting, intermixing throughout the night.
in the morning, we turn cold and harden,
just enough for our fingertips,
and we chip away;
nails, knives,
until we replace ourselves,
cold again.
sjh
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sjh  16/F/LA
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