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Mar 2016
it is enough
to have a body, to
stretch and bend my body, to
drink the radiant warmth of
other bodies, to press our
navels together because we can
grow no closer (only stronger)
and a thousand tiny threads stretch from
our hearts and weave together
until we are cloth and cartilage and sinew until
we are tapestry
it is good
this was the product of a short free write i did the other day. i think it has potential but it definitely feels not finished.
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