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Mar 2013
i leave my body vibrating
in the ground
in the thick vegetation clouding your body

the silent ticking
of digital clocks
cracks my skin in increments

round
a sun heavy in a wet mouth
early september.
Written by
beth winters
553
   marina, Roni Shelley and JL
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