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Apr 2010
the idea was quiet, the first time it passed behind my eyes
and here it drums, it drums, it drums
pulsing like a
like a heartbeat, pooling up in capillaries
pressed against my skin
just like you, pressed against my skin
pressed against the inside of my skin
pulsing like this blood-dream
all this pressure from within
emily webb
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