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Oct 2019
Your name tastes bitter in my mouth
Though still I crave your lips
Trace my body with your finger tips

Your words or lack there of strangle me
Though I want you to embrace me
Let your whole being encase me

Your existence fills me with sadness
Though you used to bring me joy
So much power held in the palm of one beautiful broken boy
For the curly haired boy who held more power over me than he ever knew.
Ruth Nadler-Nir
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   Orion Lesneski
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