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Dec 2016
Take your skin
&&
fold it over my bones
make me
   your nevv home
hang my coat
on your
collarbone
a pale place
   found inside of you
shedding those fears
&&
bruises of rejection
The garden vvill be
our minds
   raked vvith passion
to a depth
that vve
vvill N  E  V  E  R
   knovv the hunger
of bonds
The Ripper
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The Ripper  B'tween pen & paper
(B'tween pen & paper)   
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