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Sep 2012
i wake
starving for a body
he craves flesh and blood and bone
i shake and shiver as he holds me

unbound from this mattress of
seven nights before
when starry eyes and small words flooded
from our crusting mouths
my tongue like sandpaper
Kate Louise
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Kate Louise
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   Bruce Mackintosh
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