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Jul 2012
your face hums behind my closed eyes
as i tumble down a rabbit hole
goosebumps rise like baking yeast
the stars in my ribs spin like wheels
and all i can smell is the warmth of your skin

in the dark i drink the moments in
and hope that by the time sun leaks through
there is nothing in this dimension but dust
Haley Brown
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Haley Brown
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