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Dec 2017
on my birthnight
we made a bed outside
by the river
in the forest
and wrapped our bodies in sheets
beneath the stars
and distanced
from the thick silence
of loud thoughts
as if wrapped in sheets of music
we played with eachothers warm bodies
with cold hands
and gasped
and giggled
and were never heard
and never seen
and never thought of.
Blake
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