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Jun 2013
At night I hear you whimper
vowels reverberating through the plaster, the headboard, my skull
through dreams thick as treacle you swim
breathing in amniotic fluid
floating in symbol myth mind
sheets slipping through fingers outstretched
molars compacted
lips drawn.
shorter poetry is not my strong point.
Written by
Veronica Smith
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