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Dec 2015
infinitely delicate, like a thin layer / of stars. forgive me for the days / my spine bends too far into you. / the two of us are still pushing / our tongues into the open sky any / time we get the chance to / stop bleeding. you curled your fingers / around my thigh to hide from / anyone who isn't drowning. / train tracks set fire no matter / how much gold you pour into / the cracks.
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