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Jul 2012
Over the cliff of our bed
I am a waterfall.
My backbone curls into rainbows,
my fingers are little pink salmon mating in the spray.
Your shoulder is my shoal
onto which I am unsheathing black-sand claws;
a lazy gull stretching the winter from her wings.
[03-22-12]
Written by
Shayla V
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