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May 2020
I run my unsteady fingers along your landscape, and
Assign my pulse to the cadence of your heartrate

In your clutches, I am willingly caught
Like an insect trapped in a honeypot
Kyle White
Written by
Kyle White  Ottawa
(Ottawa)   
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