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Aug 2016
My body is a home.
Our limbs are bent tree trunks writhing in a storm.

Your breath is wind I bend to swallow.
My eyes are black holes that pull you in.
Our tangled limbs are frozen forever on some forgotten event horizon.
This disaster is all your fault.
Written by
JDK  32/M/U.S.
   Slur pee and Poetria
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