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Sep 2019
from hymn—
soft lips humming like my singing bowl,
hard tongue tracing circles at the corners of your mouth.

from soothing—
meditating at the sight of your sharp teeth—
clean,
white,
cutting at my skin.

from healing—
kiss my raw cuts,
let your cadence cover the bleeding skin
from him.
homophones are my favorite ;)
bess goldstein
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bess goldstein  22/F/Philadelphia, PA
(22/F/Philadelphia, PA)   
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