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Jul 2016
i still feel the low rumble of my heart
when your key clicks open the lock
to this old house

i still feel the quick-skip in my belly
when you hang up your work-worn bones
after a long day

i still feel the twitching in my fingers
when your skin is close enough
for them to wander

and i still feel the fire in my chest
when you wrap my body up
inside your arms
Cweeta Cwumble
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Cweeta Cwumble
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