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Sep 2017
when my lips are spoiling your skin
don't think i'm detached.
my chest would hammer
driving the nails even deeper
(is that what the hollow in heart is?)
as my breath crawls onto your collarbone
and my fingers draw figures onto your *******
my hair would brush across your chin
my hair would coil around your fingers
and my life would coil around your bones
Jace Kassem
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Jace Kassem  18/M/Beirut, Lebanon
(18/M/Beirut, Lebanon)   
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