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Jul 2019
I feel the valley up my navel

once deep but now the sand is packing

my five id'd fingers run along my ribs

around the animal of a heart all caged up

up along until my hips crest into bone and skin

carving my backside along outer blades

I return home when I miss my crack

I feel sweet honey dripping in the pond

of the small of my back, one million possibilities
AS Nilsen
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AS Nilsen  31/F/Lonelyville, NY
(31/F/Lonelyville, NY)   
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