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Apr 2013
there is
slow breathing and sweaty skin
crumpled bed sheets clutched in tiny fists
and shadows, heavily strewn across the room
that slither closer and unite underneath her body
merge and stream upwards
to form rivulets that bind to her skin
so that she may wear darkness and feel darkness
among other things.
JL
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JL
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   --- and Pure LOVE
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