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Jul 2017
You
       take my hand and lead me
into the fire

You
       put your hand on my back
                                          and push me
into the dark

I
  touch your arm
                          and ask
how you feel

I
take my place
                    by your waist
and I kneel

I am folding beneath you.
I am losing my shape.
I am fighting to breathe
             with little gasps
         fighting to speak
              with tiny murmurs

I am holding onto you
                                 while the rest of me
                          falls away.
Lillith Foxx
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Lillith Foxx
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   Miriam Marcus
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