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Aug 2012
my body
throbs with longing
my hips
have a gravitational pull forward
into the hole in front of me
my hands
shake as they caress the air
that used to be where your scratchy orange beard was
my heart
cries a little bit each day
as tears drip from the tip of my left ventricle
my heart grows smaller
and i loose the memory that i had of you from moments before
claire
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