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Jan 2013
If skin were just another dream
we'd spend our lives holding insides in -
lungs and veins and vital things,
keeping our eyes safe from the wind.
We'd speak with tongues not covered by lips,
and in the midst ofย ย love, our minds would touch
making the softest sound...
And everyday I'd endanger my heart,
dangling from my hands like fruit
And everyone would see it race
beating twice for you
Written by
Julie Slonecki
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