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Oct 2012
Lean into me
eyes wild
I’ll watch lust
dance at the surface
when—

Lean into me
tear trails
etched in dust
I’ll hold on
until—

Lean into me
lips feverish
embrace must
last unbroken
but—

Lean into me
and feel
ourselves rust
as rain drips down
until—

Lean into me
for now
we can trust
we’ll never know
when—

until—

but—


Isoindoline
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Isoindoline
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   Maria Sinoway
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