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Jul 2018
sleep comes slowly for her...

like a death willing to hear

her out.

it is in that intimacy she begins

the excruciating withdrawl

from the body that two made one.

i can feel her, and have sobbed so

hard broken lights pierced the

darkness.
Onoma
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