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May 2013
he had pastel cheeks and thin bones the
color of serotonin,

and

his hands had white callouses that bled
while he slept,
and sometimes when he awoke his lips
whispered of the hushed fluorescent
moon.

when he spoke his voice was as distilled
as a calm ocean tide,
and i wanted to be one of those swimmers to
drown myself in his tremendous
depths.
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