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Feb 2017
my hands are a clamshell
open little

beneath the blue around me
I await the red to come
to smother
fill me
Full

because in this world where blues are cold
our bodies are red
and mine's waiting for you
kb
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kb  philippines
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     Johnny Scarlotti, Michael L, Corvus, g, --- and 1 other
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