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Apr 2013
imagine you and I,
our tangled flesh.
first arms, than hands,
legs within legs
upon feet.

a collage of
textural comfort.
security and beauty.

now imagine again.
minus your body.
my fingers through
his orange hair,
mouth agape.

let me tell you:
you're missing
out.
when I press my body
into his
I can feel it crushing you.
ryan pemberton
Written by
ryan pemberton  Canberra
(Canberra)   
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   Erika W
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