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Nov 19
Skeleton nerves screaming -

dining
the deceiving touch,

skin
on
skin

the twist,
attempted mix
of what has lived -

what if,
the only times
we really kissed
were bodiless

and now I cannot find
what I have missed?
Written by
Moonicorn
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