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Feb 2017
Distances uncovered by slow fingertips tracing arches of ligaments
rivers of veins
through mountains of bone
across lakes of pain.

Your body is a continent
and something compels me to explore,
(and as long as you allow it)
I'll keep searching till we're sore.
Oskar Erikson
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Oskar Erikson  24/M/London
(24/M/London)   
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