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May 2016
the lights have been out
your skin is invisible under your pajamas
and mine in my pale coat
as i lay my cumbersome mass along your body

and you float out of it.

i ruin sanctity,
incorporeality

i am so afraid of it
Written by
tommy  ny
(ny)   
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