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Dec 2018
I will bless you.
I will not untether you
with an unholy prayer.
Even if it aches
This heart will bathe
in the grace of you.
but it seems
like a dead end
I can feel with the arc of
my breast.
heaving with yours.
a slow synchronized dance.
we move to the same rhythm.
reading each other's lips.
Tanisha Jackland
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