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Apr 2017
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large hands
Envelop mine,
fingers lacing gently
And reassuring my existence.
The pressure
will never be too much,
Even if you squeeze
Until my bones shatter,
I don't need them.
I turn to goo around you anyway.
Amulet Atari
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Amulet Atari  17/bed
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