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Nov 2012
like to lay
on chests
You say that yours is not
wide like seas or tall like mountains.
But, my head, fits right above your
heart. and my arms can reach
across to the other side.

All that matters is that I can check that you are breathing.
Written by
Merce Bri
319
   Artemis, bethiem and PoetWhoKnowIt
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