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Aug 2017
You flow through me.
My lost pieces are following you around
like a drifting rumor.
Looks like a door way to me...
Our smiling armor,
slowly oxidizes through playful banter.
Brittle to the touch.
The summation of an odd question
we both asked at the same
time .
John Michael Biely
Written by
John Michael Biely  M/phoenix
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