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Nov 2016
I could walk a tight rope across your collarbone and trapeze across your chest,
I would nestle in the crease of your elbow then escape down your forearm,
I can trace the veins in your wrist and read the future in your palms,
I will dance on your finger tips then tangle myself into the spaces between.
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